Memories

Chapter 7

"You sure this is the right place?" I asked while looking at an old, abandoned looking little hotel we were standing in front of. It didn't look like it was still open or that someone even lived here. From the corner of my eye I saw Zinaida checking the address. "This is the right address, so I guess this is it" she said when looking back up. I wasn't the only one who was doubting this place, I could tell from the look in her eyes that Zinaida was feeling the same way. For a moment we had a mental conversation on whether we should continue this or go back to our hotel. "We came all the way over here, the least we can do is check it out and see if it is still open" Zinaida said trying to convince both herself and me. I adverted my look to face the building again. "Okay let's do this" I said softly and started walking towards, what seems was the entrance.

I placed my hand on the door handle and as I had thought the door wouldn't budge. I couldn't help but feel disappointed. I sighed and kept standing there, with my hand on the door handle, with my back to Zinaida. After a while I felt a hand on my shoulder, turning me around. "There is an old woman looking at us." Zinaida whispered while gesturing to her left. I glanced at my right and indeed saw an old lady standing in her garden looking at us. 

With a sudden outburst of confidence I walked over to the lady. "Excuse me ma'am?" The lady looked at me with a confused look. Oh great she doesn't understand English. "It's miss actually, young lady." she said in perfect English. It was my time to be confused. "Don't look so surprised dear. What can I help you with?" she asked with a friendly smile on her face. "We were wondering what happened to the hotel at the other side of the street? We need to talk to the owners." Zinaide said, she had followed me when I came to talk to the woman and stood next to me. The expression on the old lady's face changed to a sad look. "Why don't you come inside and we can talk about everything." Me and Zinaida looked at each other and shrugged our shoulders. We followed the old lady inside and went to sit down in her living room. 

"Here is your tea. So why did you need to see the Russos?" She handed us our tea and sat down, sipping from hers. "I need to talk to them about a guest they had had a few years ago." the lady nodded. Why isn't she surprised about this, does this happen a lot? Zinaida seemed to wonder the same as she asked "Why does this seem normal to you?". I looked at her with a shocked expression on my face, that was just rude. The old lady chuckled a bit and shook her head. "We get that question a lot more then you might think." For some reason this calmed me down and made this whole trip a bit less weird. "The hotel the Russos owned closed 6 months ago, I think." 

"Is there any way we can contact them?" She looked at me and held her head a bit sideways, like she was trying to read me. "This is all really important to you, isn't it?" I nodded. "Is he a boyfriend or something?" Hearing this I looked dow, a bit uncomfortable. "Euh, I am looking for my brother." I said with a soft voice. 

"Sweety, shall I call up misses Russo? So you can talk to her?" I looked at her with big eyes and a smile appeared on my face. The next moment she stood up and took her phone to call up mis Russo. While on the phone she wrote down a few things and after hanging up she walked back to us. Placed a hand on my shoulder and gave me the paper.

"Go find your brother honey."

A/N : Hey guys! Hope you like this chapter, I'm sorry it took me a while and that it's shorter then the others. 

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