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I shrunk back, once again trying to control my breathing. "You Americans are all alike. You coddle them," the Russian said gruffly. "We have a job to do. I suggest you keep your trap shut!" I was surprised at the vehemence in the second man's voice, as if he actually gave a damn what happened to me. "And pretty boy up there fucked that up right away, didn't he?" the Russian snapped. I heard the exaggerated sigh coming from the second man. "We still have our orders." "Right," the Russian snorted. "This shit better pay well."

"LET HER GO! I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU THINK SHE'S DONE-" Everyone's insistent laughter drowned out the rest of my girlfriend's pleading, and I listened helplessly as Yuri's heavy boots started walking toward my computer to address Francine. “Ah yes, I remember you. The one who messaged me. You can’t do anything. You’re not even in this country- but if you like...pull up a seat to enjoy your little girlfriend's suffering. As you're about to find out, we do things differently in Russia. American girl. Gays must be dealt with, and who will stop us? Nobody. Because no one cares what happens to them.” Yuri’s tone was ice cold and I thrashed like hell to loosen the bonds. His men cursed and started t

In that case, the people were no longer the people, and the country was no longer the country. "You had to let everyone see that America still had backbone!"

"Oh, definitely not. - I knew a European MP when I worked as a taxi driver in Europe – or rather in England. He explained everything to me about Democracy. - What luck, - thought Alexey and asked the driver. – What did he tell you?" - Yes, he says that Russia is a backward country. "What did you say?" - Yes, I reminded him of who won the second World war, and also told him that "Crimea is ours". - What did he say in response? - In a rage, he replied that America won the second world war.

I don’t know much about their jobs and I don’t wish to know, it gets very boring when they start talking about it because they both have plain boring jobs. “I took so many pictures and oh my god russians are very different compared to americans, let me show you” I pulled my phone out of my blue denim jeans but as soon as I clicked on the picture to start showing him, papa appeared in the doorway with a huge grin playing on his face. “Is that my little girl I hear?”

I repelled his curiosity by repeating my answer. Rodrigar rolled his eyes and let out a grunt. He looks a bit annoyed now. “Look, it’s better if you didn’t put your hands inside the matters of that country. Rustaval is a country of demi humans, and demi humans have had a beef with humans for a long time now. If we enter the country looking like humans, won’t we be attacked? Though I don’t care because it’s not like they can scratch me or anything.” He ended with a snicker.

😕 Donald says "Germans can look like us." Vero says "Only due to... You're right. I think. Anyway, he stiffed me on $2,000, do you know how much that could buy me? And he wanted me to get sent back to Russia! Which isn't that bad, all I want is the money back. Can you help?"😰 Donald asks "What's wrong with Russia?" In a tired voice. Vero says "Oh, the discrimination of my kind & People Making me out to be a monster."🙁

My eyes caught a nearby window that was cracked open, and I patted my jacket for my own pack. Thank God. I'm not freezing my ass off outside in the cold just to go smoke. "America, hmm? That's on the other side of the world from us. What's out there Vasilisa?" Polina drawled, arranging the cards in front of her carefully after picking them up. "I meet people all the time who are curious about the United States, I can't say I'm one of them."

The audio clip started and the image began to move. “Hello survivors, my name is Daniel Shirker, President and founder of Project Humanity’s Last Resort. For those unaware, the world as you know it is over. We are entering a new world, a new age, a world of peace and freedom, but do know, you are not alone. Scattered across the United States are one hundred fifty-one bunkers containing an overall total of one million survivors. These bunkers are meant to serve as your new home. You will live here for three months. There will be enough food and water, as long as you ration properly and utilize the farm to grow food immediately. After those three months are over, the air will return to its pre

Chapter 102 RAYANA POV Russia was just like how I remembered it. Beautiful down to the core with its picturisque views, and a touch of crisp that whispered painfully straight to the bone marrow. The chill wasn’t neccessarily about the weather since we were pretty well into the spring, but something about the great Russia was amiss. As always. I should have expected it when we arrived at the airport to find masses of people already waiting for us. I knew damn well I was right in the belly of organized crime when we were welcomed by giant men who looked like they chopped heads daily and laughed while doing it.