Guns n Kisses [reserved]

[Mikhail Romenov]

Mikhail had heard of this place from the man that he purchased his storage from and heard it was a great place to blow some hard earned money on a good meal and a good drink so he figured why not check it out and become a patron like most people do. His uncle ran a pub/bar so he knew what it was like to be called a "patron" of a place. He walked in and was taken aback by the beauty and serenity of the place and its nice oriental furnishings.

Being greeted by a nice waitress he followed her to a seat where he ordered his usual bottle of vodka with a shot glass and a lemonade chaser followed by an order of their night special. The waitress smiled and nodded softly as she left to go get his drink first. He leaned back in the seat and watched the people come in and leave just as he would back home wondering what the stories where of each one that passed. This was in his own way his bored activity.

The nice girl brought him his drink and served his first shot for him something he was not use to but accepted warmly and took the shot smiling. The vodka was not something he would have though it would be but then again he was asking for a Russian drink in a oriental restaurant so really how smart was he? He did however think to himself how unique it was and though it would not be his first choice of drinks it was good for something new. He handed the girl a 5$ for the serving of the drink and told her there would be more upon his food arriving to which she smiled and left.

He poured himself another shot taking it quickly. Mikhail loved his vodka and it was something that he enjoyed on a regular bases because he simple needed a drink that would help him unwind and something he could like and enjoy. He was able to hold his liquor and hold his own when intoxicated but he knew he shouldnt drink as much as he normally would or he wouldn't be as good in the mornings as he normally would be and his reflexes would get slow so he was drinking the vodka in moderation as he sat there watching the people go back and fourth.

[Crystal Myisha]

Crystal sat at the back of the restaurant. She was working on a side salad before her meal came. It was nice for to be able go in to a restaurant for once and get a decent meal. Fast food was just about killing her. She wore a knee length black handkerchief style skirt with a white rounded neck sweater. Looking up a second she nearly choked. Grabbing at her iced tea she downed nearly half the glass before she came to her senses.

Mikhail was sitting only a few tables over and she was in full view of him. He appeared to be drinking. Her fast thinking got her to switch seats now her back faced the man. Crystal could help but duck her head low. He couldn’t recognize her from the back side right? I me she had chopped all her hair off… well she didn’t some barber did off the I-5. Looking around she need that waitress and she needed her now.

Seeing the waitress walk over to another table close to hers. She looked at her and whispered a very frantic miss at the waitress. When the waitress walked over to her Crystal shoved some cash at her. “I’m done I… I’m not feeling so well I need to be going.” she muttered off softly. The waitress looked at her shocked and dumbfounded “But you haven’t had your dinner yet dear.” She said. Crystal wanted the waitress gone “Um just box it for me please? Keep the change as tip” she said looking too both sides. Chris was sure any second she was going to get at the very least an ass chewing from the Russian in the back if not a bullet in the brain for her stunt.

As soon as the waitress walked away to box up her meal. Crystal looked around and started to growl softly to herself. To get to the door she has to do is walk past Mikhail and she knew the second she did that she was toast. Then she saw the stairs to the nightclub. Grabbing her purse she tried to nonchalantly walk them but it seemed more a half jog walk by the time she was there. Heading up the stairs Crystal said to herself softly “I'll wait till he is so drunk he can’t recognize me … or until he leaves. I’ll be out of this town tonight.” She kept mumbling to herself almost as if she was chewing herself out for getting so comfortable.

Looking around the upstairs of the club she walked slowly to a nearby bar. Sitting down she ran her hand through her hair mumbling. The bartender walked over and asked her what she would like to drink “Um straight jack please… no no no just a diet whatever you got” she wanted a drink so bad but she needed all her sense alert and ready for anything.

[Mikhail Romenov]

Mikhail's meal came quicker then he was use to and from the looks of the place it stayed busy to him this was something of a rarity as he was not familiar with a place this busy being this quick, to that he gave the waitress a smile and gave her a tip for her promptness and her polite nature. He had ate at a lot of places in his day and this one thus far was putting them all to shame. The girl smiled and bowed her thank you and left him to his meal.

Sitting before him was his simple yet satisfying dinner of Kung Pow chicken in sour sauce and a side of white rice and a side of egg rolls. Yes though he was Russian born and partially raised he was like any other American now, knew his way around foreign foods. Though all things considering where he was born even the hot dog was foreign to him in some respects. He sat there eating a couple of bites when he noticed out of the corner of his vision some odd movements.

A person at an adjacent table a few tables away had switched seats from the other side to one facing away from Mikhail. At first he didn't think much about it except how odd it was for someone to move like that so suddenly but at the same time that wasn't really anything to warrant odd behavior. It wasn't till he noticed the waitresses expression and seemingly displeasure at what was being said by said person that caught him funny.

The person seemed somewhat frantic and wishing to leave. He started to think more and more about it putting the pieces together like a puzzle in his head something that he could do very well due to his military training. He began to piece together what the person could have seen realizing that where the person was and how they were originally sitting that they were limited in sight and sound but was quickly to find out that they had a direct shot and view of Mikhail. In only a moment when the person proceeded to argue a bit with the waitress did Mikhail realize that the person had spotted him and the person was now wanting out...but why.

Mikhail watched some more eating his chicken slightly more quickly then chasing it down with a shot of vodka as the person decided to go up the stairs Mikhail turned his head just in case they looked back to glimpse at him that they would think he hadn't noticed they were running from him. His next thought was as to why the person in question would run from him. His mind began to race through the recent days in the town and wonder how anyone would be that scared of him as far as he knew no one knew he was a former gang leader and even if they did the word "former" usually meant something.

He then thought a moment longer and realized once the person was on the second floor they couldn't leave that way but only had the choice to come back down and to leave the same way they came in. To that he knew for sure and even if they found a back way out he knew the workers would make mention of it. So he needed only to bide his time till the place died down a bit and then make his move.

He finished his chicken and started on the rice when the waitress stopped by to see how he was doing, to which he smiled.

"That person that was setting over there only a short time ago you know them?" he asked politely showing his happiness at the wonderful taste of the food. He knew that if you made the effort to show kindness they tended to do it back.

The waitress responded with the usual 'I don't really know who she is but she has been here for a little while in town but she originally from out of town.' To which he responded with the standard question of where she was from and how long she been in town and what her story was. In the end all he knew was that she was not a regular all the time but she came in from time to time and that she spoke with some of the local gang members and that she was from out of town and not been in town long.

Mikhail felt both a jolt of content and some bitterness in his mind he wondered if it was Chris and if it was what should he do? That would have to wait and see until he found out for sure if she really was Chris.

"Excuse me miss do you mind doing me a favor then," he smiled sliding her a fifty dollar bill. "Ask the bartender up stairs to keep an eye on her and ask her some questions preferably a name if possible and then relay it back to me. I have a feeling that you have a dangerous criminal in your lovely place and I can deal with it if notified on time." he knew he could count on the waitress now. She nodded and left smiling as if knowing what was going on to a point and at the least wanted to help.

[Crystal Myisha]

Clacking her fingers mindless at the bar she kept looking back at the staircase. What if he came up here what would she do then. Crystal had to get her act together before she went completely insane. She couldn’t believe he was here. Did he know she was in town…? What about the street lords he very well couldn’t leave them behind…”Stupid stupid stupid…. “She said banging her head on the bar lightly. Sighing she knew she had to find a place to go if he came up here for some odd reason.

Looking around she spotted the bathroom. Casually she got and strode through the dance floor past a few couples finally she walked in the bathroom. Walking to the sink she began to wash her hands. Then entire time she was looking around. Then she spotted it a window with a fire escape. Easy way out. She decided to go pay for her drink then she would be gone. She may not like being stuck in the same place with the person she was determined to avoid but she still didn’t dine and dash.

While the time passed that she was in the bathroom the waitress had gone upstairs. The waitress didn’t spot Crystal anywhere, so she took it as a chance to talk to Frank the on duty bartender. “Hey frank you see a girl come up this way? I have her to go food. A guy downstairs wants to keep an eye on her. If you catch my drift. She has short black hair… white sweater… ya see her? “She asked looking at the man behind the bar.

Frank was burly guy a good 6’1 and muscles and tats to match. Nodding he turned around as he wiped down the counter “You mean Crystal? Yeah I saw her. She use to come in a lot few years back real regular with Kane and Saint” he said eyeing her. “She in trouble…” he asked. The waitress looked at him “No … don’t think so… but I’ll let you know here in a bit. Thanks frank” she said as she glided down the stairs and back to Mikhail table.

“Sir… you didn’t tell me she was friends with them? She no stranger…. But I haven’t met her. Then bartender says he knows her… Names Chris.” She said holding her hands up “That’s all I’m giving you. The people she knows I rather not be involved with. If you excuse me I have other tables Sir.” She said before turning on her heels and walking away

Crystal returned from the bathroom pulling out a twenty from her purse. “Here Frank thanks for the drink… I’ll catch you around” Frank turned and nodded and took the money. Then he looked at her “It because of that guy downstairs isn’t it. Because the ole ladder squeaks dear” he said then when back to his shift. Thoughts raced through Chris head…. Guy downstairs that meant he spotted her…

Walking quickly across the dance floor she made her way into the bathroom once again and swung the door open to see two chicks putting on makeup at the mirror. Crystal didn’t want any witnesses to see where or how she left. That only gave Mikhail more ammo.

Closing the bathroom door she leaned against a wall next to the dance floor. Certain the chicks would leave sooner or later. When they did she would be gone. Crystal couldn’t help but want to look at him but she knew the second she got close enough to she would just hurt him again. She couldn’t handle the hits and she knew she had hurt him before. Sure saving his life was overlooked. She was just a spy for the mafia… The girl who was to carry out hit but couldn’t because she was too emotionally involved… He would never understand.

[Mikhail Romenov]

Mikhail sat there finishing his dinner and drinking another shot before eating some bread. Now that he knew someone was on the run from him he needed to be a bit sober for his run in with who ever it was that decided to run. He waited patiently for the girl to arrive back down stairs and when she did he only smiled at her as he laid his money and a nice tip on the counter for her for all her troubles and such.

When she said what she did he knew that two things had happened. That someone in the bar upstairs knew her and that who ever it was they warned her about the fact that Mikhail was looking for her. This meant that two things were going to have to happen. Either the person was going to try to flee and that would mean leaving off the second floor or through the front door. He knew that if someone in the bar knew her she would simply go out the windows because he also knew that this person knew he was down stairs. He simply smiled and stood making sure the girl saw his the shine off his custom Desert Eagle .50cal.

"I see," he said as he laid down another amount of cash. "well in that case I guess I should get going. But tell me other then the windows in the bathrooms and the emergency exit door which would sound an alarm when hit what other ways are there out through here?"

The girl simply pointed to the front door and at the sight of his gun realized that he was either in a gang or a bounty hunter or someone that relied heavily on his weapons. He smiled softly and gave a slight bow.

"Thank you miss, you have been very helpful and I hope the money for your tip will help you." his voice grew an almost sinister demeanor as he went up the stairs making a call on his cell to a buddy down the street to park Mikhail's car out under the bathroom windows and to stay in the car. He knew if the person tried to jump now that they would see his car and know that he was waiting on her...so they would think which would give him enough time to get upstairs and to see who this person is.

His heart raced a bit as he made his way up the stairs and then glanced through the crowds and looked at the bartender and then looked to the bathrooms he was scanning the room and as he was doing so he had un-holstered his gun hiding it in his coat as to not alert anyone to the fact he had a .50cal pistol that could rip an arm off someone in a single shot if needed. His blood was flowing as he was wondering as to who in the world could have spotted him and who was it that wanted to run.

[Crystal Myisha]

Sing the two women exit from the bathroom and make their way on to the dance floor Chris took the opportunity to slip out the window. Entering the bathroom she turned around and locked the door behind her. Walking over the sink she turned on the faucet after splashing some cold water on her face she whispered to herself “Get a grip Crystal. Remember why you left.” Turning off the water she walked lightly to the window. Opening it up she peered down from the second story. Her fear of heights still killed her.

That’s when she noticed a car parked under the fire escape ladder. Looking down she got a better look that’s when heart raced. “No how could he know… How could he be there waiting anticipating my next move.” growling lightly she rubbed her arms whimpered softly. She paced around the small bathroom trying to think of something to do. She knew she didn’t have long until someone wanted to use the restroom. That’s when it hit her as he sat parked there that left the front door wide open. “You thought you had me Mikhail. But I’m still one step ahead of you.” She said nodding softly as she unlocked the bathroom door and made her way back into the club.

Its time to get out of here. she thought blankly to herself. She didn’t expect what happened next a drunken fool walked over and grabbed her wrists “Hey sweetie let’s dance” before Crystal could refuse he pulled her on to the dance floor “Let go of me you jerk. Don’t make me hurt you.” She growled. The drunk looked at her like she was stupid. “I warned you she then raised up and gave him a swift knee to his ‘best friend’. Smirking Crystal watched him yelp as he went to the ground.

Turning around she pushed through the crowd. That’s when she came face to face with Mikhail. There was nowhere to run now. She had to have seen her standing in front of him. She looked at the floor. Maybe if she was lucky he wouldn’t recognize her. Her hair was shorter right? No she couldn’t be that stupid right now. She couldn’t say a word as she slowly back up to blend back in with crowd. Chris couldn’t face him.

[Mikhail Romenov]

Mikhail could honestly say what happened next was something he never had planned on something that even in his dreams would have never happened or so he thought. There before him stood Crystal the girl he had fell for so long ago back in St. Ven back when he was the leader of the Street Lordz, back when she was sent in to destroy the SL's by the FBI back when the Mafia began to retake control of the town before she fled before she made her disappearance act.

Now here she stood within only a few feet from him and seeing him she began to run away but he was always quicker then her to a degree, maybe not when it came to running but reflexes were a different thing. He quickly moved between two people grabbed her by the shoulder and before she knew it had the gun pressed against her lower back and his arm around her neck and though his arm was tight it wasn't enough to choke her.

"There is no reason to run away nor is there a reason to make a scene Chris. Just act like your actually happy to see me for a change and we can leave here and talk in a more discreet manner. Don't and cause a scene then we may have some problems that honestly there is no reason to have" he said as he slowly removed the gun from her lower back.

Holstering his gun he searched her for any weapons but doing so in a discrete manner as to not draw attention to them as he moved them slowly to the stairs. Smiling softly he simply nodded to the bartender who obviously looked worry for Crystal as he started to reach under the bar to which Mikhail flashed his piece and the bartender stopped in his tracks. Mikhail didn't plan on hurting Crystal of course and if anything he was happy to see her alive. But Mikhail knew also if she was willing to run from him then and now then the only thing that was keeping her from trying to run then was the fact he had her in his arms and with a gun.

"You know Chris," he said as they moved down the stairs. "You don't write, you don't call, you don't email or text me anymore, oh and by the way for some reason you made everyone think you were dead so when we get to the car you have some major explaining to do and don't think the barkeep is going to help you because he doesn't know the people I know and even if he does I pay them way too much for them to give out my location."

His words were meant to rattle her a bit to get her to think faster and to be more responsive. He knew he could get a straight answer and the truth from her if he toyed with her a bit, she was hesitant otherwise and that wasnt going to help him with everything so he need to have her thinking.

Making his way to the door the little girl that was preparing Crystals food to go brought it to her seeing Mikhail she started to say something but taking the food Mikhail paid the girl and gave her a 20 dollar tip and then made his way out the door with her looking at her as they headed to the car.

[Crystal Myisha]

Her heart was racing as she slipped quickly back in to the crowd only to let out a soft shriek as Mikhail grabbed her. That’s when she felt the worst feeling in the world a gun in her back. Her body trembled she didn’t know what to do. Weather to scream cry run… curse him up one side and down the other seemed like a nice option. But when being held at gun point you never had many options.

“Please get that blasted thing off my back.” She growled softly. She was trying to keep relatively calm. Although at this point her body language showed how scared she was. She was trembling under his touch. The last she saw of Mikhail was that day after church when she kissed him and told him goodbye. She wondered if he still had the crappy cell phone image. She had shaken the thoughts that clouded her mind. She had to remember why she ran. She had to remember Valden’s threats.

Looking back at her captor she growled softly but was relieved when he put the gun away. He should know Crystal was always carrying a weapon. Tonight it was in her bag rather than on her body. With a shirt it was harder to conceal her Khyber. She figured Mikhail would check her bag sooner or later. Though she wasn’t going to hurt him. That was the whole point to her running faking her death thing. Looking at the Russian her eyes glued to his she looked pissed.

Glancing over at frank she smiled softly giving him the reassurance that she was fine. He didn’t appear too happy and she hoped he wouldnt do anything drastic. Following Mikhail down the stair she glared at the waitress and had a feeling she was somehow involved. “Maybe Mikhail… I don’t write don’t call because maybe I didn’t want to.” She said the lie sweeping from her lips knowing it would sting. He wasn’t about to hold her at gun point without some animosity from her. “I don’t have to explain anything” she said doubting the words as quickly as she said them

She knew what he was saying was true. If he wanted disappear he could easily. No one would find him. He had connections. Crystal had some connections but know like Mikhail pocessed. She moved slowly trying to lag the process of reaching his car. She saw the car with the decoy in it. “You fucking tricked me” She said growling. Rising up she dug her high heel into the top of his foot. Knowing it only hurt him for a moment. She knew he wouldn’t let go but she had to do something to make her feel better about the situation.

[Mikhail Romenov]

Mikhail growled when she put her foot down on his but he simply shook his head and moved her along and then when the guy got out of the car he smiled to the man and handed him some money. "Here comrade go get you a drink and tell your wife I send my love and that I hope that little Kylie gets to feeling better." he made his voice sound even deeper Russian then normal when he spoke to the man. Mikhail had a Russian accent but it was as thick as others but when he wanted to he could make it as thick as if he was still in Russia.

The man smiled and spoke to him in Russian and patted Mikhail on the shoulder before heading to the place to get a drink. He then pulled Crystal to the car putting her in the passenger side seat and buckling her in then handcuffing her to the handle just above the door. With that he went around to the other side and climbed in the car and with that he sped off down the road.

"You know, I really hate using guns in public ever since I left St. Ven I just don't have the want to throw my guns around like I use to. But I also knew if you had a weapon on you...which I knew you would I didn't want you to get the wild ideal of using it on me. So I am sorry for having to put the gun to you." he said softly with the music of the radio playing softly in the background.

He sped through the streets stopping at the stop signs and the stop lights when needed otherwise he was heading back to his place of stay which wasn't much but it was enough for him at least till he finished his job which he now had Chris in his hands. His mind was racing filled with questions for her but he knew she was not happy with the fact she got caught. Or maybe she wasn't happy she got caught by him.

Since she left things had went to hell quickly in St. Ven things went from just an underground war to an all out assault in the city streets. The local police even ended up leaving the city and the FBI wouldn't enter for fear of getting caught in a deadly crossfire. The Mafia had sent families from all around the US to secure their property and the Street Lordz with the assistance of other smaller gangs had finally began to grow in numbers and with the financial aid, man power, and guns from the Columbia Cartel the war took lives on a daily bases.

"You know I had to lose a lot to come after you. The streets of St. Ven are still in turmoil thanks to the Mafia. But I have to admit with the Cartel on our side we are making them pay for every inch of territory they get." he said softly before turning up the air slightly.

"You choose some hell of a good places to go Chris, first St. Ven and its hot yet low humidity and now a place that's hot and high humidity so even in the damn shade you sweat. I think you just glutton for punishment at times." he knew she was pissed at him but honestly he didn't care anymore. He was finally with her again and he didn't care if she didn't speak just being with her again was helping his stress for once he actually kinda felt tired.

He looked to her and leaned back into the seat of the car and then reached over and undid her handcuffs putting them back into his jacket. Maybe he was going soft but he figured if she really wanted to run away from him that bad he wouldn't stop her again. All he wanted to know was the truth to why she left and why she figured it was best for them not to keep in contact. With after that if she didn't want anything else to do with him then as much as that would kill him he would let her go. He was tired, tired of running from shadows. If nothing else he would return to St. Ven and with what pride he had left would push the final assault against the mafia and either win or die trying.

[Crystal Myisha]

Hearing the Russian growl Chris smirked to herself she was happy for her small victory. She listened to the exchange Mikhail was having with the Russian. It was times like these Chris wish she took up more foreign languages in high school. Grumbling to herself she looked at Mikhail lightly. His face seemed the same he seemed fine physically. But the spark in his eyes was gone. The hell breathing fire Mikhail once had she couldn’t find a trace of it on his face.

Growling softly “You tricked me you arrogant asshole.” She said the old pissed off Crystal was back that was for sure. As he guided her to the car she thought of fighting but she have the will power to. She let him fasten her in the car but that’s when she started to fight back. She wasn’t about to let her hands get cuffed. She wasn’t stupid. She tried everything from crawling over to the driver side of the car to sitting on her hands. In the end she failed. Tugging at her arms that were above her head she pouted lightly. Not liking being defeated. “Fucking jerk.” She growled softly.

As he talked about St Ven. She looked at him she wished he would tell her about what was going on back home. He was clever to keep the details out of his little rant. “Apology accepted. I guess.” She muttered while staring out the window. She watched the different street signs passing by. If she was going to get out of here she was going to have to know where the hell she was at. She had one advantage. She had lived in this town before… She was pretty damn sure Mikhail had not.

As he talked of the turmoil in st ven she glared at the floor as she listened intently. She didn’t like that because she knew there would be deaths on both side. Crystal had made friends … most she considered family on both sides she couldn’t bear to see any of them hurt or dead. Looking at him she her eyes full of worry as she glanced in the back seat. Where was he… he went everywhere with Mikhail. He already told her he wouldn’t take over the SL’s so where he was… “Marcus… where’s Marcus. “She said more demanding then she intended. Her tone holding more worry then she wanted it to.

“What’s wrong with this place? I lived here when I was in my rocky stages.” She rubbed her arms lightly. Mikhail didn’t know of her drug addiction. She had always made it appoint to wear long sleeves around him. Sure she had been clean for years now. It took her coming here to get that way. “I like it here.” She mumbled then she looked at him “Why did you come after me. You have no beef me anymore. You should be home. Not here. “She mouthed softly before turning to the window. The words killed her as soon as they left her lips.

Watching him lean across the car and un do her cuffs she thought about running. She couldn’t bare to make herself to “Thank you “she mumbled as she rubbed her wrists. She stilled leaned against the car door keeping her distance from him. She still had fears of him. Glancing at him she shook her head softly “You need sleep. You’re not taking care of yourself again. “She said as if scolding him.

[Mikhail Romenov]

He knew she would be upset then again he figured why wouldn’t she be she had taken great care to run away from him. But he had hoped that after seeing him she may have at the least reconsidered the options she had however he could tell that such a thought was wrong and couldn’t be assumed so with that he of course had let her go from the handcuffs. No reason to keep her bound when it wasn’t his place to. She was not bound to him no more so then any of his men. The only thing that bound his old gang to him was the words they spoke in brotherhood and the oath they took to watch each others back.

He almost scoffed at the mention at Marcus. Though Marcus was his right hand man Marcus as of late had become a bit of a pain to Mikhail and his attitude towards the war was damaging to the rest of the SL membership. Though Mikhail did have to give him a little credit when it came to fighting he was a damn good fighter and an even better foot solider. He like Mikhail could predict the tides of a battle before the first shot was fired and that made Marcus as cunning as Mikhail in tactics and for that fact Mikhail admired Marcus because unlike Mikhail Marcus was very reserved and his words bore the brunt of much consideration before being spoken.

“Marcus is well,” he said as he turned down the road where his small rental home was. “he is taking care of things while I am out of town. Though we do keep in contact on an everyday bases.” His words were calm and collective something he knew would give off the fact that they weren’t seeing eye to eye but at the same time it was a way to show that things were for the most part still normal all things considered.

Mikhail then turned into his driveway heading down the road to the left of the drive was the rental garage that he stored his “business goods” and then the small one bed room one bath house that was his home away from home. It wasn’t fancy but it was modest for what it was. The light blue paint was somewhat faded from the sun but for the most part the paint was still good. The lawn had just been mowed and taken care off and there was a small garden spot that Mikhail had planted some flowers that were starting to bloom. Parking the car he got out and stretched a bit.

“Here we are its not much but the rent is cheap and it doesn’t have any pests or leaks and its right beside my rental garage so it worked out great.” he said as he made his way up the stairs. They were out in the country not a house for at least a mile or so and the tree line that surrounded it made it a great place for his business though only for storage and when the trucks arrived no one thought anything about them.

“Please come in for a bit if you like,” he said softly as if more of a question then a demand. At this point he was starting to feel a bit tired. She was right he hadn’t slept pretty much at all since she had went missing. And now it was trying to catch up with him but he wouldn’t allow it.

He unlocked the door and pushed a cat out of the way. The cat really wasn’t his but it had acted lost and so he took it in till it decided to go home. The cat was a black cat with white paws and the tip of its tail had a white ball at the end of it. Mikhail just called it Boots though. The cat simply meowed at him and rubbed up against his leg to which Mikhail petted it lightly and it walked off to go play with something somewhere and Mikhail simply shook his head.

[Crystal Myisha]

Climbing out of the car she looked up the road. It was deserted almost. There was nothing but road that seemed to stretch on for miles. She small the little shed like building and she shook her head. No matter how far Mikhail traveled he still had some of the business life with him. Chris was happy to hear Mikhail was okay but she had sensed the tension in his voice. Things weren’t exactly gravy back home she figured but she let the topic drop.

As he offered her to come in she stood frozen in place. She could run… but her insides told her not to. This is where she needed to be. She was unsure now she looked from the road to the door a few times thinking maybe the answer would fall out of the sky any minute. That’s when she felt something on her leg. Looking down it was the cat that had been with Mikhail a second ago. Reaching down she picked him up. “Ello you little thing. “Petting it softly she smiled as it purred back at her. “Let’s get you some milk” she said with a smile.

So her decision was made. The cat obviously wanted a little milk and the milk was inside. She knew Mikhail probably wouldn’t like the facts he was carrying the cat inside but that’s how Chris was she took charge where ever she was. A home was the woman’s domain after all wasn’t it? Walking towards the door Chris petted the cats head as she walked in behind Mikhail. The house looked almost unlived in besides a few things here and there. Shaking her head she looked at Mikhail “You need sleep. “

Walking around the house she found the kitchen and set the cat on the counter and watched it lay down. Going towards the fridge she opened it and it was a complete bachelor’s paradise. There seemed to be ever condiment known to man a bottle of vodka and small bit of milk. Grabbing the milk she found a bowl in one of the cupboards and poured the small cat some milk. Watching the cat lap it up hungrily she smiled lightly. “Mikhail you need to go grocery shopping dear… like horribly bad.”

Grabbing a rag she started to wipe down the counters. She was now nervous. She didn’t know what to do from here. She was afraid to look up at him but she caught herself glancing every now and then. He really needs to sleep. She could see that was apparent on his face. “You need sleep. Why are you here Mikhail?” she asked nervously almost afraid of the answer. Her hands started to wipe the counter again as she looked down at it. She cleaned when she was nervous. How the hell was she suppose to clean an almost unlived in house.