Shattered |Maxxie Oliver|

Drunk on Love

I sat next to Maxxie on the airplane, reading a book while he slept on my shoulder.

"OK, everyone. Listen up." Tom announced and I woke Maxxie up, "Right, I want you all to remember that this is not a holiday, OK? This is your chance to nail your module one history coursework. Post-Soviet industrial Russia. It's a chance of a lifetime, gang." He stated,

"Whoopie." Michelle mumbled from behind me,

 "Now, this isn't just education, yeah? It's total education."

"Total piss up." Maxxie joked and we all laughed,

"Uh, no, no, no, no. There'll be no 'piss up', OK? We're gonna work hard, understanding the culture and history of Mokshovkov in the Mordovian Republic of the Russian Federation. OK? We're gonna see the real Russia, yeah? The wild and desolate land that Napoleon and Hitler failed to tame. This is adventure, yeah? This is living, breathing history. Who's with me?" Tom exclaimed and an older man raised his hand,

"Thank you, sir. I was addressing history students only." 

"An, An. Where'd you hide the drugs, then?" Chris asked Anwar,

"I thought you were bringing them." Anwar replied,

"No. You were gonna put 'em in your turban." Chris responded,

"I don't wear a turban, Chris." Anwar explained,

"I thought you were gonna get one especially!"

"Don't panic, boys. We've got a back-up plan." Tony smiled, flicking Sid's hat,

"Urgh, not up his arse?" Maxxie smiled and we all laughed,

...

We all got off the plane and went inside a small airport filled with men wearing big coats holding big guns.

I went through the detector first, then was felt up by an attractive guard before I was let through. Next was Chris, and Sid, who was nervous because of the drugs up his arse.

Then was Anwar, who was immediately dragged away and put into another room. After paying the Russian lady, he was let go.

Once everyone was checked, we sat outside waiting for a bus. We soon realized that we had no bus, so we took a large truck to our 'hotel'.

We pulled into what looked like a prison.

Great.

"Oh, great, Tom. We're staying in a fucking prison." Jal exclaimed,

"Don't judge a book by its cover. This trip is all about understanding other people's culture." Tom said before a larger, short woman came over,

 "Hello! Dobry den." Tom said as the woman freed us from the truck, "Ya, Tom Barkley. And you are... "

"Irene Kovskaya. Translator. Come! I lock you in!" The woman smiled, showing off her keys, 

Maxxie hopped down before I jumped into his arms. 

"There ya go, love." He smiled down at me.

"Thanks." I replied, kissing his cheek before following the other girls into the building,

"Ok, it's two to a room. So pair up, people!" Tom announced and Maxxie grabbed my hand,

"Raas! Russia's big, bruv! Me's gonna be hyped up." Kenneth exclaimed, his arms around Lucy and Georgina,

"No, it's same sex only, I'm afraid. So rearrange yourselves, yep." Tom corrected and I groaned,

"Betcha you like that, Maxxie." I smiled at him before trying to pair up with someone.