The Warmth of Russia

~2~

"Take this." Vera said as she rummaged the cupboard.

Reaching her hand out, Lily felt the white pills drop into her palm. Grabbing the water in front of her, she downed the mix and hoped it would kill the migraine.

"How long did it last this time?"

"Long enough."

Vera was few of the people that knew of her nightmarish life of the screams and voices, she somehow accepted them and tried to help her more than her family ever did. Lily could still feel the cool rooms and itchy clothing.

"When you dream do you see anything? Well, anything knew at least." Vera asked.

"Net. Same as usual. A dark room with a bed and the other is a long corridor." Lily said, rubbing her temples again.

"There has to be some connection with it all."

"What would it be Vera? I've tried my best since I got here. Went to St. Petersburg and all sites of Moscow. Nothing. Nada. Zip. Zilch."

"The voices stopped once you got here?"

"Net. They just repeat. Find him, love him. I want to know who him is? I believe it's the man crying but I want to know more dammit."

Lily looked over at Vera, she knew her friend was concerned for her. "Look love, I know you're trying to help. I just believe I'm far from help."

"If it's continuing, then it's not over. There's reason for you being here, just have to find it."

"I'm hoping it's sooner rather than later."

"I do agree there. On other news, our big boss left a message for you, meeting in the morning. Some kind of new assignment."

Lily moaned in protest, the last thing she wanted was more work to pile up on her. Of course, it was all during her side job as well.

"No backing out for us huh?"

"Not me." Vera corrected, "Just you."

"What?!" Lily shouted.

"Da."

"Bloody bollocks! This is insane, how on earth am I to do all this?" She dropped her head onto the table, making the migraine worse.

"You never know, maybe they cleaned the plate for you, you never know." She said cleaning her bowl.

"If that's the case, I better have nothing on that desk tomorrow."

She was proven right for once. All her cases and meetings were cleared for the month, not a day or week, a month. Whatever the staff wanted her for was big.

"Privet Miss Connelly." The old woman at the desk greeted.

"Privet. Is he in?" Lily asked.

The woman gave a short nod as she began her work once more.

Knocking twice, she opened the door and walked over to the president's desk.

"Hello Lily, how are you?"

"Fine. You sir?"

"Quite well." He said as he rose from his desk. "You are wondering what's going on?"

Lily nodded. She learned it was easy to just accept the sudden changes and such. To argue over things like this lead to more headaches than it was worth.

"Well as of now I have Vera taking on your previous tasks. As for you, I have something more complex." he began. "You are one of the best with diversity and skills of world trade and wars. I'm hoping things do not escalade to the point before me. However, if it does, I want top minds at the front of it all and you are one of them. England, itself, is saying you should be out front with it."