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Aliyah

Kazimir didn't allow me to leave his side after that. He held my hand or kept his arm around my waist the whole time. I stood by his side and listened to his conversations. 

A few people talked to me, but Kazimir had to translate for me. I wish he knew I spoke Russian now. It would make everything a bit easier. He didn't mind translating for me at all.

His father had eventually come and the man was dressed in gold and diamonds. He had a long cape on his back and a crown on his head.

He glowered at me when he saw the color of my dress. A look of disgust flashed over his eyes and he muttered little racist things under his breath only I could hear.

He must have know that I was here, because he had brought Vera with him. What was this man's obsession with this girl? The girl had on a wedding dress and I scoffed at her.

There was difference between me and her. I wore my dress to spite Kazimir's father and not for the attention of others. Obviously she had done it for the attention.

Maria and Anastasia stayed with me whenever Kazimir went away. He didn't go away for long though. He always made sure to come back to me in five minutes time. He would squeeze my hand and kissed my cheek to reassure me.

I now felt leveled. Kazimir was my rock and my base. He could calm me instantly with a kiss or just his touch. I think our love for each other was bigger than we know, especially Kaz.

Malachi had gotten to the front of the stage and tapped the microphone. His voice filled the room and he sounded drunk. Maria by his side and her cheeks were flushed. I noticed I barely saw Andrei, Alexei and Sasha anymore. They had just disappeared.

"Let's get some music and dancing. We shall feast soon," he slurs.

Russian music started to play and I looked at Malachi. A devilish grin appeared on his face as he stared at me. Kazimir was near a few of his uncles talking, but he still watched me across from the room.

"We shall celebrate the wedding of my son and Vera," he cheers.

This night just gets better and better. Anastasia gasped next to me, almost dropping her wine glass. Maria's face twisted in confusion and quickly switched her face to neutral.

"What the fuck," Anastasia mutters.

I grit my jaw and Kazimir looks towards Malachi. People start to get in pairs and make way for Vera to go to Kazimir. He rolled his eyes and walked away from her, coming towards me.

"Malyshka, I-."

"I can tell by your reaction. I could careless. Your father is just racist," I snap.

"Stepfather," he corrects.

"Brother, the witch is coming," Ana coughs.

He grabs my hands and pulls me towards the dance floor. I don't even know how to fucking dance. How does he expect me to do this? This is Russian Waltz and I didn't learn that.

"Kaz, I don't know to dance to this. You know I only strip and dance to Caribbean music."

"Just follow my feet," he says.

I look down at his feet and try to follow his footsteps. It was much more difficult than I had thought. Doing this in heels was not easy at all.

I stepped on his foot a few times, but he brushed it off. He laughed at my poor attempt of dancing and I stepped on his foot on purpose.