Chapter 1: Arriving At Pravda

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You woke up in your condo and went to the bathroom. You took a nice warm shower and put on your new school uniform. You ate a simple breakfast. Eggs and buttered toast. Nothing extravagant, but enough to get you to lunch. You finished your breakfast, brushed your teeth, combed your hair, and put on some cologne, so you didn't end up being called, Pepé Le Pew. You looked in the mirror and said, "Уозбиљисе,  Александре. Ово је десета школа, где су те послали. (Get it together, Aleksandar. This is the tenth school that you've been transferred to.)" You looked over at a painting on one wall in your condo.

)" You looked over at a painting on one wall in your condo

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You said, "Видимо се шосле школе, деко Петре.. (See you after school, grandpa Peter.)" You got your condo and car keys, your wallet and left for school. You drove to school and parked the car. You turned the engine off, and sighed before grabbing your bag and went inside. Your timetable said that your first class was in room 227. You asked for some directions and got them. You arrived and stopped in  front of the door. Room 227. This was it. Not one step back. You opened the door and the teacher asked, "You must be Aleksandar the new transfer student?" You silently nodded and the teacher said, "Why don't you introduce yourself to the class." You saw a beautiful girl with upper-back length straight blond hair that has a single strand sticking out on the left side, and light blue eyes sitting in a desk in the middle row, and stuttered, "M-my name's Aleksandar, and I'm from Serbia."

The girl perked up in excitement when she heard that and the teacher chuckled

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The girl perked up in excitement when she heard that and the teacher chuckled. You continued, "This is the tenth school that I've transferred to, due to personal reasons that I don't want to talk about." The teacher said, "All right then, why don't you sit down beside Klara in the middle row." The teacher pointed at the blonde girl and you blushed and sat down beside her. She said, "Привет, Александр. (Hi, Aleksandar.)" You whispered, "Како си лепото моја? ( How are you, my beautiful?)" She asked, "Do you speak Russian?" You said, "Yes I do. I just prefer Serbian." You asked her, "I assume you're Russian?" Klara nodded and asked, "What part of Serbia are you from?" You said, "Belgrade. What part of Russia are you from?" Klara said, "Novosibirsk." You smiled at Klara and said, "Баш си лепа. Лепа си као анђео.  Веома си слатка са том плавом косом и плавим окицама.  Хтео бих само дате љубим. (You're extremely beautiful. You're as beautiful as an angel. You're really cute with that blonde hair and those blue eyes. I want to just kiss you.)" Klara blushed and the teacher asked, "I'm sorry, Klara, is our new student far more interesting than my lesson?" Klara looked down sadly and said, "No, ma'am." The teacher asked you, "And Aleksandar, is Klara more important than your German lesson?"

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