The Sibirian Express - COMPLETE

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Alexas P.O.V.

Saturday morning I wake up at 9:30. After a nice shower I get dressed and head out. The next weeks/months are going to be working extra hours and wirting without end at sight. So at least make something of the little free time that I had now. I got so lost in my thoughts walking around, turning a corner I didn't even realize that there was someone coming towards me until I bumped into them. I feel myself stumbeling but bevore I meet the concrete a hand sneaks its self on my lower back to stop me from falling. I quickliy move to the side and look up. Its a tall blond men, but I don't pay much more attention. I mumble my apologies and quickly start going again. I dare to glance back but I don't see him anymore. 

Dragos P.O.V.

Ivan was walking around town trying to get comfortable with the american city, but it was so different to what he knew in Russia. No respekt, no genuien. Nothing. Last bit of time for himself bevor all the press conference and the interviews would start. He didn't care about any off that. He was a soilder and a fighter, but his manager insited so he had to do it.

Getting off the airport was a lot. Ivan knew the americans would be curious to what russia had to offer but he didn't thought there would be soo many people at the airport alone.

Going to turn the corner Ivan felt something lightly brush his ripcage. He looked and saw that a girl ran into him. She was stumbling, ready to fall to the ground so he quickly grabed her torso to keep her from falling. As soon as she was steady again, she moved out of his way mumbling something he couldn't quite make out. What he did make out though was her heigh. She was so short and tiny compared to him. After all he was about 6,5 feet tall, she on the other hand was lucky if she even was 5 feet tall. She was thin from what he could make out and she was staring at the concrete with her long dark red hair falling into her face.

As quickly as she was done mumbling, the mystery girl took off. Ivan shrugged it off and went off to the gym. 

Alexas P.O.V.

Once I was at the grocery story I already forgot the incident with the tall stranger. Unfortunately the last month was not to good work wise so the money was pretty tight. Hopefully this whole boxing story is going to earn me atleast some extra bucks. Thinking working at Sports Illustrated would get you enough money to live without having to worry how you're going to pay your rent. Well if you're a men working there you don't have to worry. Us three girls work harder then any men there and we don't get paid the same. Not ven close to same.

„Alexa?" I hear someone call my name. I turn around and see Adrian and her son Robert Jr.

„Hey! Nice to see you." Adrian greets me. She was always so nice to me. Her whole family was.

„You too. How are you little men? Happy belade birthday."

„Thank you!", he smiled at me.

„He turned nine yesterday and I promised him, we would go shopping and he could pick his favourite chocolate."

„Oh, well then have fun. I don't want to bother you guys."

Adrian dismisses me imidiatily. „Don't be silly dear. And Rocky told me you're coming over what do you want to eat?"

I start to shake my head. „Don't even start. I'm going to cook and you are going to eat. Knowing you, you didn't have a nice homemade dinner in a while. I'll make something nice for you." I give her a thankfull smile and they continue on their shopping.

Once I get home from work I put the grocerys away and go back to work. Still so much to do. I have to write the questions for Rocky and Apollo and of course the Russen men. I don't even have an appointment yet. I search through the mess on my table until I find the phone number that Betty gave me. Dialing the number i wait patiently for someone to anwser.

„Da?" I hear on the other end.

„Hello. This is Alexa Young from Sports Illustrated. I was curious if Mr. Ivan Drago was interested in an Interview for our magazine." I explain.

„Yes, yes", the raspy voice seems now more open to talking. „Ivan is more than interested and if you want Mrs..." he pauses.

„Miss Young", I correct him.

„Miss Young, we are all interested in an interview" I have to concentrate because hes accent is strong.

„Great. When would it suit you?"

„Wednessday, would be great." I wirte the day and time on a pice of paper, that his manger gives me. He countinues on. „We only do short talking, with me, Ludmilla and trainer, afterwards you do interview with Ivan."

„I understand. Thank you!" With that he hangs up.

Ok... they like to keep their conversations short. I sit back down. So Tuesday is the interview with Rocky and Apollo and the day after I have to interview the Russians. „Do they even speak english?" I ask myself. Maybe there going to have someone to translate for them, although Mr. Nikoli Koloff, the manager of Ivan Drage seemed to have no problem with the english toung. I worked through the night trying to find out as much information as possible of that men, but there was not really much. Seems like I have to try my luck in person with him.