✔️ The Long Haul- Trixie Mattel X Katya Zamolodchikova

Goodbye Old.

This was it. The end. Well not the end end- but the end of an era. Wait- did that make any sense? No. But it doesn't matter if it makes sense or not because nothing makes sense anymore. Katya's leaving home. Not many people could see the beauty in a place like Russia, but in the blondes eyes the country was nothing but straight out of a fairytale. As her and her parents boarded the plane, thoughts of the fresh powder snow, the quickly paced streets, the beautiful architecture and the Monument to Peter flooded her head. Russia would forever be Katya's home and she could never imagine why her parents wanted to leave. So what her papa got a job in the states, Katya should not have to leave with them. She left behind everything including her girlfriend Sasha whom she cared for deeply. Nothing would ever be the same.

As she sat silently in her seat the flight attendants made their rounds through first class- A section of the plane the young Russian was less than grateful to be seated in. Of course Katya was aware of how wealthy her family was, however she never took it in to account. Money was never something that crossed her mine, even if it was the fact that she possessed it so abundantly.

"Would you like something to drink ma'am?" The stewardess asked, leaning closer to Katya then she found comfortable. Before Katya even got a chance to speak up, her papa looked at her from across the isle. Only glaring, but saying a million words through the daggers metaphorical shooting out of his eyes. Katya clearly wasn't allowed any alcohol in America or on the flight to said treacherously seeming country.

"Just a lemon water, спасибо мэм." Katya sighed, a thick, but understandable Russian accent lacing her clearly annoyed voice. It was now her mama's turn to glare at Katya's lack of polite tone- Mrs Zamolodchikova was an extremely well kept woman, who preferred to maintain her proper reputation. Ugh. A 'reputation' was not something Katya generals cared to concern herself with. The minute the flight attendant trotted off to retrieve Katya's boringly non-alcoholic beverage, the Russian flipped her head to face her parents. "Не могу поверить, что вы затащили меня за это!" (I can't believe you dragged me along for this!)

"English Katya. We will be living in America now." Her mama sighed. The older woman's accent was a lot heavier than Katya's, but the younger had been taking English classes since she was 3. The blonde seemed to have a knack for language and her parents had an knack for bragging, but I guess it worked in her favour.

"But we're not Americans mama we're Russian!" Katya whined, her eyes wide with frustration. She knew she was being kind of immature, but she didn't want to loose the connection she had with a country she adored so much over her papa's career- something that didn't even concern her. "Tell her Papa!"

"Don't argue with you mama Yekaterina." He snapped, not looking up from the paper he held in his hand whilst absently ashing his cigar. "Да. We are proud Russians, but we also do this for your own good, детеныш." His accent was by far the worst.

Katya simply let out a loud huff of resistance and pulled herself from her seat, marching to the first class washroom and locking herself inside. Pulling a box of matches a pack of cigarettes from her pocket, the blonde brought the lit smoke to her lips and took in a calming breath. At least there was one thing Katya could still illegally get away with doing in America.

After smoking through about half of the box, Katya had hot boxed herself in the small stall and was finally ready to leave. A gust of obvious smoke followed the Russian back to her seat, but despite her fast pace, she had little shame. Plopping down in her seat, she noticed the water on her tray, just as she took a sip, she saw the now enraged faces of both of her parents. Whilst keeping intense eye contact, Katya slowly closed the pod door of her first class seat, finally retreating into its privacy. This was the one aspect of prissy first class seats Katya enjoyed.