Fight for a Chance

Chapter: Ten (Un-edited)

Ukraine's Group.
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Katerina looked around, and stopped flirting.

Her counterpart certainly interested her.

'She seems stronger than, what she's given.' Katerina thinks to herself.

Katerina, cautiously walks toward the other Ukrainian.

"Um, hi..." she awkwardly, says drawing out the 'I' in 'hi' and cursing herself.

"Hello," Katyusha chirped. "How are you?"

"I-I'm well." she of course stuttered, not used to people besides her sister, actually acting super nice to her.

"That's great!" Katyusha beamed, at Katerina.

"So, what do you like...?" Katerina sheepishly, asked.

"Oh, why I like my little brother, my sister... and ... I ... " Katerina had never seen someone act so compassionately while talking to her about people and things they liked.

'Wow, her brother seems so misunderstood.' she thought when Katyusha talked about Ivan.

Katerina actually enjoyed being around her, a lot.

When Katyusha asked her what she liked she answered with stuff other than her sex life. In fact Natasha, Frederik, and Torah were actually intrigued by the things she liked that they would pipe in every once in awhile.

Eventually, everyone was chatting like they were friends since kindergarten.

Then, they heard something they were all on edge beforehand about.

Footsteps...

You see no-one was aloud outside, their rooms at this time so, it meant it was the murderer.

Katyusha, sprang fast and agile toward the door and locked it and, put the deadlocks on as well.
Frederik gripped his scythe and, adjusted his scarf. Natasha spoke rapid panicked, Belarusian and helped create blockage at the door. Feliks and Toris had swords in their hands gripped, ready to attack and, defend the group and themselves. Natalia's throwing knives glinted, dangerously sharp in her hands.

The door handle jiggled the killer probably, unaware they were awake due to the fact they weren't that loud. The killer stopped, once they found the door wasn't going to budge.

The group heard a familiar language muffled cursing which, had them all go wide eyed in shock.

When, the footsteps descended, their heartbeats thumping wildly against the middle of their chest, they were dumbfounded.

For the language they heard was the language of passion. Spanish.