*Book 2*~ (Must read Book 1, to read this)
Cassian Herrera has always been reserved, never interested in anyone or anything. Until he meets Vivian, his interest grows.
From a young age, Cassian moved to Italy after losing his parents. He got into t...
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It has been two hours. Two hours of learning Russian with Mikhail and my head already wants to explode.
"I don't know if I can continue to be honest" I say.
He smirks at me. "As the Italian woman you are, this should be easy".
I shake my head. "Russian is way harder than Italian. I know English and Italian, I don't know if Russian can be my third language".
He shakes his head. "That is nonsense. You are here now, knowing Russian is a must now.. let's continue".
I smile. "How about this? I learn Russian and you learn Italian".
He looks at me with darkness in his eyes.
"Conosco già tesoro italiano" he says. (I already know Italian sweetheart)
I gasp in shock. "How..?".
He smiles. "I just do, now let's continue".
I groan. "Fine".
"Привет. Меня зовут Вивиан Марино. И вы?"he keeps reciting over for me. (Hello. My name is Vivian Marino. And you are?)
I say it and he nods. "Отличная работа". (Good job.)
We go on and on for as long as can. This will certainly be a challenge.
A few weeks pass by and we got out more. I got to see Russia more and the people. The people were certainly cold to me but some were welcoming. I have also adjusted to the coldness.
My Russian has gotten a bit better but there are still a few cracks in there. I try to communicate with Mikhail and Dimitri in Russian instead.
They say I'm the first Italian woman they have met to quickly learn Russian. I have been trying to get a job to earn my own money and buy a new phone.
It has been so great to know that I'm no longer in the control of Giovanni's demise.
I feel free. Really free.
I walk in the town as I see this older woman in her shop. She is sitting down in the front and bending down to attend to the messed up clothes that are on display.
I quickly run over to her and I help her. I pick it up and arrange it for her.
"О спасибо большое дорогая" she says in a trembled tone. (Oh thank you very much dear.)
I nod. "Удовольствие мое." (My pleasure)
She sits back down in her large coat as she coughs a bit. She is in this cold weather alone attending to her business. I look at her.
