ELENA'S POV"You wish to study in an institution, Mrs. Volkov, why?"—was saying because my husband brought me here, too much of a reply to give? Maybe not.I cleared my throat. "I am a natural law enthusiast," I said and glanced at Dimitri who was seated on the only chair in the room. Dimitri was no one you could pick out of a crowd, until you noticed the shrewd, rock hard eyes, and his immobile face and long jagged scar. Hiding my nervousness, I turned my attention back to the Registrar, who was nodding thoughtfully at something on his computer. He looked up after a minute. "We'll have all your documents processed and sent over to you by mail, Mrs. Volkov. Thank you for considering our University."My heart leaped. "Just like that?"The Registrar chuckled softly and glanced briefly at my husband — sorry, Dimitri — well, he was my husband anyway. The look in his eyes made me understand almost immediately. Dimitri had done some things behind the scenes to get me into the school. Th
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