𝘌𝘕𝘋𝘌𝘈𝘝𝘖𝘙 || 𝘋𝘔𝘐𝘛𝘙𝘐 𝘈𝘕𝘛𝘖𝘕𝘖𝘝

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I stared in confusion as I saw Hopper standing by the door.

''Do I at least get a hug?''

I ran towards him and hugged him, with tears threatening to fall. Hopper looked up and saw Dmitri.

"What are you doing here? You promised me she wouldn't be involved in any of this.'' Hopper told him, backing the guard into the wall.

''I told you I wouldn't, and I won't. I'm just supervising her while she gets her job done.'' Enzo calmly replied to him.

''You're forcing her to work here while being imprisoned? Around people like you?''

''Around people like what, American''

I slammed my supplies on the table, grabbing their attention.

The room fell silent.

''Getting involved in what?'' I asked them.

Dmitri and Hopper glanced at one another. What are they hiding from me?

''I'm just trying to find a way out of here, it's not important and you don't need to worry about it,'' Hopper muttered, looking at Dmitri for the last half of his sentence.

I knew there was something more to it, but I didn't wanna push it.

''What are you doing here anyway?'' I questioned him.

''I fell.''

He pulled up his sleeve to reveal multiple bruises and cuts. You don't just get those types of bruises from falling. Someone beat him up.

I grabbed some bandages from a desk drawer and handed them to him. Before I had a chance to put them on him, a guard burst through the door.

''Warden wants to talk to him,'' Dmitri said, translating for us, pointing at Hopper.

I gave him one last hug and watched as he left my office.

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I sighed as I rested on the chair under me. I had treated another bunch of prisoners, with no help from Dmitri. Plus I still had to organise the cupboards

As I was crouching down near a cupboard, I felt someone pull on my hair. I looked behind me; Dmitri was there, holding my hair tie in one hand. 

''Give that back, I'm trying to do something''

''You look prettier with your hair down, you should wear it like that more often''

I stood up in front of him and tried to grab my hair tie from his hands, but he put it above his head; making it even harder for me to get it.

I could feel his warm breath on my face; I didn't realise how close our faces were. They were almost inches apart.

He leaned in even more. His lips brushed against mine as I heard someone knock on the door.

I pulled away and stumbled toward the door. There was a guard waiting there.

He spoke some Russian to Dmitri and called him over to him.

Dmitri then looked at me and spoke,

''The warden wants to see me. I'll see you later, or in the morning''

As he walked out of the room, my arm brushed against his chest; my breath hitched in my throat.

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I sat in the cafeteria, with a few of the other female prisoners. There weren't as many female prisoners as there were males, but they were still there.

My Russian was getting better, along with my friendships here. 

''American, that guard is staring at you, watch out.'' She warned me.

I turned around to see Dmitri staring directly at me, smiling. Creep.

He looked away as I started to stare back.

''I wouldn't mind him staring at me,'' One of the Russian prisoners said.

I laughed uncontrollably. No way were people thirsting over Dmitri. Okay, maybe he was a little good-looking. 

I remembered back to our hair tie interaction in my office. I imagined what would've happened if that guard hadn't knocked on my office door.

Was I really crushing on a guard? The same guard who stole my hair tie, and constantly distracted me from my work? I was insane.