Nadia got dressed into something more appropriate now. She wore a scarf around her neck. Precisely the scarf that her uncle Vincent got for her after the trip to Europe one time when she was around fifteen to sixteen years old. The scarf still had its homely scent and Nadia wanted to remember her uncle's home right now. She stepped out and the guards watched her leave through the front door. Of course Nadia knew she couldn't go out without Anatoly's permission. But she didn't care right now. The driver tried calling Anatoly on his cell but he wasn't responding at all, and Nadia didn't want to wait until Anatoly chose to finally answer his damn phone. “Will you take me to my uncle's house, or should I find my way? Because I still know where to go, and you can't stop me from leaving.” Nadia said impatiently. The driver had no choice but to take her in the car. At least he would be keeping an eye on her until Anatoly answered his calls. He opened the door and Nadia got in. Her face wa
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