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"Fantastic. Let's go to my table." Krista made a gesture to Tatya and she understood Krista was with miss Kostov. Then Krista sat down on her chair.

"Krista, I needed to make sure you're okay." Miss Kostov said.

"Thank you, miss. I'm fine."

"Good. Now I wanted to apologize to you." Krista saw in a strange way but she wouldn't believe her ears. Was miss Kostov apologizing?

"For what, miss?" Krista asked harmlessly.

"Krista, you're a good person and a good student too. I should have taken care of you but I didn't. I left. I'm sorry. After your parents died, you were so alone and I didn't back you up to your auntie. She's a monster, Krista! She took everything from you and you still didn't harm her." Krista couldn't feel her body anymore. The tears came from her eyes.

"Please, Miss. Don't force yourself like that. I forgive you. It wasn't your fault."

Miss Kostov was crying too. Her vision was becoming blurry. "Ah, Krista. You look like your dearest mother. The most famous ballerina in Russia...Anastasia Borshov! And you love what you do like your father. I hope you..." But she couldn't finish her sentence because behind her the waiter was coming. Krista smiled.

"Miss, I understand you. By the way, I will work hard on my project. One of the best." Krista exclaimed happily as she stood up.

"I don't doubt it." Her words made Krista chuckled. "Okay, please rejoin Tatya. Looks like, she's so alone without you." Krista looked at Tatya who was actually bored.

"Miss... Thank you." Said Krista for the last time and she went towards Tatya.

                          ***

Lunch went great, with laughters, conversations and delicious dishes.

Krista was in her room, making a part of her documentary but suddenly an envelope entered her room. She picked it up.

"Hmm, next destination: a walk into the center of the city and a visit in an aqua park... Cool." She thought. Krista was thinking for new ideas to continue her documentary when she heard voices in the hall. She hoped it wasn't Tatya...

The voices were becoming louder and louder so Krista's curiosity made her to leave her room and facing the situation in hall.

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