"You can't master your future if you are a slave to your past."-Unknown-***Lana was smuggling her way into the airplane as the passengers started to enter one by one. She did not want to admit it but she really hated flying. Slowly, she turned to find her seat which was located in the middle of the row. Both her and Damian had booked themselves tickets with seats number beside each other. Hers was supposedly in the middle of the three row seat, but instead she picked the seat near the window, gaining herself gazes of displease from Damian."What? You can surely take the middle seat, can't you?" she grinned made him unable to get mad. Something about the way she smiled was magical. It was almost as if she knew she could get whatever she want with that sweet yet wicked smile of hers.Definitely a fox.

"Sociopaths are often quite satisfied with themselves and with their lives and perhaps for this very reason there is no effective 'treatment'."-Martha Stout-***The room felt dark, cold and uninviting. The young master was sitting behind his desk wearing a black suit and pants which matched his personality. The guards inside the room were quiet as they silently watched him. Every movement he made made them nervous, for they had never known what he would do afterward. Such unpredictable temper he had, it was almost impossible to predict his mood, one moment he would be laughing, the next second he would snap someone's head off.Vincent pulled out his second cigarette from its pocket, placing it in between his lips and signaled one of the guard to lit it up. The tan muscular guard stepped forward with a match placing the fire on the edge of

"One can't paint New York as it is, but rather as it is felt."-Georgia O' Keefe-***"Lana, Lana, wake up, the plane is about to land." Damian softly nudged on Lana who was still asleep. It was not always the easiest thing to wake her up, but since all she did in the plane was either sleeping or eating, she had enough of those. She was still in a trance when she straightened her body on her seat. Unable to stretch her hands like she usually did without hitting Damian. The window was already opened and she could feel the sun touching her face.Her fingers softly rubbed her eyes while she closed her mouth with her other hand as she yawned. She had never slept so deeply in a plane before and she actually had a decent dream. She thought having Damian beside her might have something to do with it. Maybe his presence besides her made her feel a l

"I do not believe in meaningless coincidences. I believe every coincidence is a message, a clue about a particular facet of our lives that requires our attention."-Deepak Chopra-***Lana woke up the unfamiliar bedroom, her head was still trying to process everything that had happened. So much had happened in the course of two days she did not know if it was even real. She got off from the bed and took out some of her personal care from the luggage. She still had some unboxing to do, but before anything else, she needed to get ready. It was a priority fo her.Despite everything, she still had the Russian habit in her, since she was in Russia, she had hung around a lot of Russian women, whom were truly beautiful. They took high regard to their appearance, they were always so polished and she admired them. They had taught her many things and

"You know I'm really not interested in someone telling me that something is good or bad."-John Malkovich-***Dimitri was sitting in his bed by himself, he had done his daily checking, as if there was anything left to be checked, and was getting ready for bed. Like usual, before he slept, he pulled out a pack of cigarette from his drawer and took out one, picking up his match, he lit it up and started to inhale the nicotine. It was one of the few things left in the world that kept him sane.For the past few days, his mind had wondered to Lana, the little girl was able to defend herself against his men, sending them home with body full of bruises and mental scars from being beaten by a youthful looking woman. Dimitri did not know if he was supposed to be proud or worried, because at one point, it was him who had taught her everything she nee