The Assassin's Story

To Russia with Love

Photo is Nailya (left), Yulia (right) and Phoenix (bottom).
Nailya is Aliya Mustafina- Baku 2015.
Yulia is Viktoria Komova- Baku 2015.
Phoenix is Seda Tutkalyan- Baku 2015.
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4 Days later I walked through airport security and into the food hall, scanning the Departures board for my flight. I spotted it half way down the second board- St. Petersburg, Russia. My home.

For the next few hours I wondered through Manchester Airport, buying food, a milkshake and a book and magazine for my flight. Then I sat and read through my passport: Olivia Balen, DoB 17-09-98, Born: Sheffield, England. I quickly memorised my new name and details and began 'Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban'.

At last the gate number appeared on the screen and I rushed to gate 8, desperate to get in the queue for the flight. The flight attendant smiled gently at me as she took my fake passport.

'Flying alone my dear?' she asked.

'Yes, my family are waiting at the other end'

'OK, let me know if you need anything during the flight.'

I thanked her and walked on past, down the tunnel towards the aircraft.

The flight was long and uneventful as I watched movies, read, ate, and slept on repeat until we finally landed.

After successfully making my way through security and customs, I walked through the exit and into the cool night air of the place I called home. I got in a cab and watched the world go y on the way to the hotel. I saw the things that have changed and the things which have stayed the same.

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I walked into the hotel and breathed a sigh of relief. I dropped my suitcase by the door and walked into the living area of my penthouse suite (I'm not paying so why not?!). I marvelled at the beautiful black leather sofa and armchair, with burgundy blankets for the evening, and at the huge flatscreen TV on the wall. The thick burgundy carpet absorbed my toes into it's rich, plush surface.

I walked through to the bedroom, admiring the king size bed with deep blue coverings and curtains, and continue into the bathroom where I begin to run a bath, pouring in the free offering of bubble bath, before sinking into the warm, foamy surface.

I slept well that night, comfortable and in control of my life and it's direction and fully at peace with what tomorrow would bring.

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Just a short chapter but I can assure you that the next few are much more dramatic.