The Minnesota Miracle [kirill kaprizov]

Chapter Fifteen

"Everyone, welcome to Moscow." The pilot said, then the plane landed at ten thirty-two.

Kirill was still fast asleep, but the plane landing woke him up. He slowly opened his eyes and rubbed them. He glanced at me in confusion.

I smiled. "Welcome home," I said.

He lifts his head to the entertainment system to see the notification pop up that we have landed at Sheremetyevo. His eyes lit up in excitement as he looked back at me.

"Welcome to Russia," he returned back, and all I could do was smile.

After a few minutes of everyone gathering their stuff in the plane, we filed out and headed towards baggage claim.

Every single sign and advertisement was printed in Russian. Though some had English translations, most of them displayed only Russian.

"I literally don't understand a single thing," I mumbled to myself as we stepped onto the escalator going down.

Kirill looked at me with a smile on his face. "That's why you have boyfriend who is fluent in Russian," he interjected.

I rolled my eyes with a smile on my face.

We got off the escalator and followed the signs to the baggage claim area to pick up our luggage.

"Privet?" Kirill said.

I looked over at him and he was talking on the phone. "Da, me tol'ko chto prizemlilis' paru minut nazad. Kogda te nas zaberesh'?" He says as the first few bags came out on the conveyor.

He sighed. "A, ladno, ladno. Znachit, dvenadtsat'?" He paused. "Spasiba. Do svidaniya," he said before hanging up the phone.

I watched the conveyor spin around again, our luggage still not out yet. Which was alright, because we had a lot of time before noon came.

"Are you tired?" Kirill asked me.

I shrugged. My ears were still ringing and I felt my temple throb. I had a feeling that it was jet lag that was causing me to feel differently.

I groaned. "I'm fine," I mumbled.

He gave me a look of concern. "You don't seem fine," he responded.

I frowned as I took off my backpack and pulled out my pain relief medications. I took a couple of ibuprofen and gulped it down with a wash of water.

I stuck the ibuprofen and water back in the backpack and threw it over my shoulder. "My head hurts and my ears are ringing," I told him.

He nodded his head. "Might be jet lag," he says.

"I know, I'm not stupid," I snapped.

Kirill's eyes widened and he frowned. "Sorry," he mumbled.

I sighed as we waited for the next round of luggage to come out onto the conveyor belt. Ours didn't come out, so I thought I would take the opportunity to go use the bathroom.

The Sheremetyevo bathrooms were quite clean and modernized, as well as it smelled good there too.

I pulled out my phone and connected to the airport wifi, then I saw that I got a message from Story at nine (our time).

Hope you got to Moscow alright. I'll miss you! :(

The feeling of what I had felt reading that message wasn't of hatred or malice, but it was more of tranquility.

Though Story and I were distancing from each other because of our partners and other life complications, I still appreciated her reaching out to me to see if I got to Russia okay and in one piece.