пошел на хуй (Fuck you)

Chapter 4

Matrona POV

God, what I do for Anya, Directly after the Deputy left I ran to the places I worked at I said I needed my pay checks, I didn't tell them what, but they gave me the money for the month that I had earned over the day, I needed everything that I could get, with the money I shopped in things that could get bad for a long time, some can food and water not for me but for the people that I would leave behind. It hurts me to leave them, I feel guilty, but they understood, they told me that I should bring Anya back home, and I told them I would. I packed all of the clothes I owned even the beautiful dress of my mother it's the one last thing I have from her, next to the ring I have hanging around my neck with a chain. It was her wedding ring, she kept it and I took it even if at first it would remind me about my incompetent father, but now it's only a reminder of her. After I packed everything and stored the food and water, I said goodbye to everybody and left for the train station. Arriving there, I looked around to find that good awful deputy, but he had more information than I did by now. After a few minutes of looking I saw him not in his uniform anymore but in a suit
A good-looking suit, god that uniform doesn't do him good.
What am I thinking about, he is still on the way to kill Anya if it true of her being Anastasia.
I walked up to him, he didn't look at me, he seemed lost in thought.
"Deputy, everything alright ?"
I ask, and he seems to only now realize that I'm there.
"You really meant it by coming"
he said with a kind of surprised tone.
"Of course, we were talking about Anya and her safety here"
I say
"Then Why in god's name do you need to come with me and not go alone" He says.
"Well, for one you seem to care for Anya too even if I'm not sure how much, and two I need a safe way to get out because your officers are not really reliable"
I explain.
"So you threaten me for exit papers ?"
he asks
"Yes" I answered shortly
there was a bing, and then an announcement, our train is ready to go.
"Well let's go to Paris" I say with as less annoyance I could put into it
"Here we go" he said.

The train was awful, everybody seemed to be pressed together, the room way too small for all the people. Not only that, but I'm also pressed against the body of that dream deputy. I tried to make myself as slim as I could, but it didn't help, so at one point I just stop up and lent against the window. The deputy, who now sat right across from me, looked up from his newspaper. Looked at me for a second and then back at the newspaper. It was awkward silent between us, not that I wanted to talk to him, but it still felt strange. Then It happens the train came to a stop, so surprising I fell forward right on top of the deputy. He looked at me in shock, our noses nearly touching just inches apart. I could feel his breath on my lips. I saw his lips move from my eyes to my lips and back. It felt like we moved towards each other. But after my brain finally understood what happened and where I was, kind of, sitting. I hastily stood up, straitened my skirt and looking away. I could see that he shifted in his seat, smoothing over his jacked and newspaper.
"Paper Control, papers pleas" two Officers came in and demanded to see the exit papers, fuck forgot that, the hole time I thought that I was going with Gleb, but I never even asked if I was in the exit paper, I'm fucked. I tried to hide in the corner.
"Papers please, "the Officers said then he looked at Gleb and said "Oh, hello Comrade commissioner" he said
"Hello comrade," Gleb said, he pulled out his exit papers and the Officer didn't even look it over really and gave it back.
"And your exit Papers Miss" the officers said looking at me. I swallowed
"She is with me Comrade, don't worry" Gleb says
"Oh really?" he looked surprised" Okay have a nice ride" he said and left.
"Thank you" I say
"No problem" He said shortly
The train started, I fell forward again, but instead of landing a top of him, he held me with his hands on my hips. Fuck, his hands burned on my skin even without touching it, what is going on here. I straiten
"sorry" I say quietly. He doesn't say anything to that, he just looked back into his newspaper. We were in silence the rest of the ride.