The way that it should have been

Chapter 46

I mean for trakhayetsya sake, she should have known better than to try and get into a physical fight with a dhampir. Never mind a, trained and about to graduate as a guardian, novice. That was just yeblya ignorant and completely unwise on her part. I mean seriously, did she really expect for Janine to just stand there, still as a yeblya statue, and let Kirova punch her in the yeblya face? Is she really that in-yeblya-sane?!  (fucks, fucking, fucking, fucking, fucking)

Stupid grebanaya suka. (fucking bitch)

Just like Alberta had promised us everyone was already there, in the meeting room, when we arrived. No one here other than Roza, Abe, Alberta, Lissa, Christian, Eddie, Mason, Pavel, Sergei, and I knew who was among the dead, injured, turned, or taken of either of the attacks yet as far as I knew. I seriously doubted if they even knew where the attacks had taken place thus far, if they even knew that there had been attacks yet.

But they would all soon be finding out who at least one of those people were and the locations of said attacks. And I sincerely hoped that that information would keep Kirova and Alto's petty digs at Roza moya to the barest of a minimum. But I wasn't really expecting it with Kirova, especially given just how much that she hated and was jealous of Janine, and Roza moya, in the first yeblya place. (my, my, fucking)

When we arrived, Stan's face was just as sour as ever, just as Kirova's was. But by the look on Kirova's face, you could actually see the difference on her face, between before she saw Roza moya and after. It was like night and day, angel, and demon. It was glaringly obvious just by looking at Kirova's face that she had seen Roza moya. (my, my)

Just as soon as we walked in Alberta, Lissa, Christian, Eddie, and Mason all swarmed Roza moya. But even as she hugged and talked to them all, she never once let go of my hand. (my)

All of them hugged her and whispered how sorry they were and that no matter what she needed that they were all there for her. And then they all gave me an accepting smile and a nod, which meant more to me than I could possibly say, especially given the fact that they are her family. I was also truly thankful for all of them and their support of soul mate moya. (my)

The next thing that happened, was Alto noticed that Roza and I were holding hands. "Belikov, why are you holding Hathaway's hand?!"

That sounded far to accusatory to me and I didn't like it, not one little bit did I like it, it actually made me very angry. But I held onto my temper, at least for the time being. But I had no problem whatsoever letting my temper lose on anyone to protect lyubov' moya in any way whatsoever. (my love)

"Well, not that it is any of your yeblya business Alto, but I'll tell you anyway. I am holding her hand for a few reasons, the first and foremost is because she is my girlfriend, and I love her very much. And the second is the fact that it is normal to hold your girlfriend's hand, especially at a time like this." (fucking)

Kirova and Alto both exploded with accusations and insults. "I will have you arrested and thrown into jail because that little blood whore isn't eighteen yet."

"No, you are right about something for once in your miserable yeblya life, she isn't eighteen yet. But you are also wrong, per usual. Lyubov' moya most certainly is not, has not ever been and will not ever be a blood whore. And to keep yourself from being hurt or damaged in any way, I would suggest that you don't ever call her that again. And also, for your information, the age of consent in Montana, Pennsylvania and in Russia is sixteen. And she is most definitely over the age of sixteen." I smirked at the both of them. (fucking, my love)

I saw Roza's moya friends, Abe, Alberta, Dr. Oldenzki, Pavel, Sergei, and the other academy guardians all smile. Roza moya even smirked. (my, my)

"And as I said, if I were you Kirova, I would not call my future fiancée and wife a blood whore ever a-yeblya-gain." (fucking)