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Elsa's POV

I woke up early in the morning, and ordered food. It wasn't for breakfast, but so if Eugene got hungry, he didn't eat me.

After that, I took a long needed shower, then got dressed in the clothes I picked out. It was a long mink skirt with a slit, black sweater, brown heeled boots. I added a black waist belt and a gold sun shaped broach for décor, and a pair of warm leggings underneath the skirt so I don't freeze. I twisted my hair into a tight low bun, then added some eye makeup and red lipstick.

I also filled a black clutch with a gun, and grabbed my wallet from my bag.

Then I walked to Eugene's door and kicked on it.

"Yo! Food is here, if you're hungry eat, if not lets go!" I yelled, then walked downstairs. I found Eugene already eating the food on the table stuffing himself. I threw him a coat and looked at him, come on, we are going to get you fixed up. After that, we are leaving for...................." I said taking a look at the tracker signal that I slipped into Jack a long time ago, "Italy."

"Mmm, all those plump Italians." he said.

"You are not going to eat people! Eat food like a regular person."

"But it hurts to." he complained.

"Not for long. First place we are going to visit is the dentist."

"What are they going to do?" he asked.

"Pull out all of your rotting teeth that are causing you pain, and put in new ones." I said. His eyes widened, "Don't worry, I'll make sure they don't pull anything and you won't feel a thing. But know, I informed them of your condition, and they covered their bodies in cyanide. Try to eat them and you are dead."

Now obviously I am lying out of my ass, but he doesn't know that.

"Fine, let's get this over with." he grumbled. He threw the coat on, and we walked outside. I walk him to the dentist, and they immediately took us in.

"Alright, he is a bit of a biter and has a low pain tolerance, so he wants to be under for this." I said, and they nodded.

"I'm going to leave while this is going on, how long do I have?" I asked.

"Around 2 hours." the dentist said.

I nodded, and watched as they put him to sleep. Then I walked over to the closest surgeons office, and had them work on removing my scars.

When they were finished you could barely see the cuts, the bullet holes and brands were reduced but still noticeable. The doctor said if I wanted the best results I could have another appointment scheduled, but I'm not staying in Russia.

I walked back to the dentist just in time. I quickly had them restrain Eugene, then leave the room.

When Eugene woke up, he was flipping out. Screaming and struggling.

"Eugene, calm down, this is Elsa.... Elsie." I said quietly, and he slowly stopped panicking. "Are you good?"

He nodded, and I undid his restraints. He tried to bite me, but I quickly slapped him.

"You get one of those. Next time, I'll shoot all those new teeth out." I hissed undoing his last restraint, "Now get your ass up, we're going to the hair stylist."

He glared slightly, and got up. I paid the dentist, then we walked to the salon... well sort of.

Basically you get your hair done and a personal stylist comes and gives you a makeover.