The door slammed in her face quicker than it was opened. "Who is it?" a feminine voice called from another side of the door. "Annie Marya Leonhardt," she coldly said. She heard a fuss from inside the room, hearing phrases such as "What do we do?" and "Quick, hide!" Annie didn't care about who was there or what they were doing. She stepped back about five feet and slammed into the door at full force. The door flew onto the ground, a solid ten feet away. There was Armin. And another woman. In her apartment. Annie said nothing. She walked out of the room for just a moment. She took a deep breath, or maybe several. From the entire building, everyone could hear a woman screaming in Russian, with as much anger as there are clouds in the sky during a storm. And a storm it was. The other woman seemed to think that she was Armin's defender and struck at Annie. She snuck in a hit, and a cut appeared on the bridge of Annie's nose. She knew better than to strike back, and instead focused on Armin. The fear in his eyes was enough to get the other person in the room to leave.
