THE SWEET MOMENT

Albania, was sitting on the rock while looking at the beautiful view of the mountain, somehow she feel so comfortable and relaxed, while the cold breeze hit her vision. She check her wound and was relieved when her wounds are looks better than yesterday.

She got up from the rock to take a walk and picked up the piece, of wood to assist herself then went up to the small river. She climbed the large rock and looked down at the bottom of the mountain. The city of Russia exposed to her gazed the beautiful view and she can see how large the population is and the people from her distance are so small and even the building.

She stops when her planned flashes back when she`s in her birth place to her mind. If she had not been kidnapped by a Bratva, she must have traveled to a place covered by Russia right now but, this is it she was being slave doing the things that against her wells. She was feeling so depressed By her thought and sat on the rock, until now, regrets remain in her heart, t