"Sofiii"
"Sofiiiaa"
Sofia Rozanova was sitting by the pool in her favourite hotel in Turkey and trying to ignore that high pitched voice witch was shouting her name. Why she took that photographer with her? O yes,he was quite handsome while he was working in her latest photoshot. So quiet and full of secrets.... it turned out that the only secret was his voice. Nice,Girl. And you can't even remember his name.
"Soo-fi-aa"
For Gods sake! He was 27,have he had a voice fracture?Sofia took a deep breath and turned around, looked him deep in the eyes,already making an escape plan.
"Yes?"
"Sofiaa,Marco was calling you. Are you ignoring Marco ?"
Oh, Marco,of course I was ignoring you! She stretched her tanned body, threw back her chocolate Brown hair and smiled.
"No,love,why would I try to ignore you? So, what's the matter?"
"Some unkind guy is searching for you. He said it's urgent"
Unkind . The one and only unkind person she knew was her brother Nikolay, but he was in that small country near the Baltic sea. Business etc. Ah,it's easier to be a women. Just have a pretty face and they Will offer you job opportunities.
So,if it's Nikolay then there's no need for escape plan. So Sofia stood up and Made her way to the telephone while Marco was still mumbling something.
"Da?"
"Sister,it's nice to hear that you didn't forget our language!"
" Kolja! It's so in time! Where are you? And the most important-how are you..."
Nikolay stopped her in mid sentence.
"Honey, we Will have plenty of time to discuss everything when we meet eye on eye,but now... tell me how fast you can Come back home?"
An Cold trill run down Sofias spine while she was talking. She knew something wasn't right. How her parents acted when she mentioned holidays and those Dreams...
"Sistruha?"
Familiar nick name brought her back from her thoughts.
"Yes?"
"How fast you can be back?"
"Em,the next plane is in the morning.,but I have one problem...."
"Oh, I've heard your problem,give him back the Phone and I'll take care of it. "
Sofia exhaled and almoust handed the Phone to Marco when Nikolay mentioned one More thing.
"Oh,yes. Think about two words "arranged marriage" while you are flying"
That cold trill again. Sofia gave the Phone back to Marco,quietly said him good bye and went straight to the hotel room. If brother calls her back,then she needs to be sharp and wide avake. Arranged marriage.... what an 18.century battshit bullshit...
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Somewhere deep inside Sibirian forests.
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Stanislav Ivanov was raging. He was 136 years old and still needed to listen his father! Marriage. With human!
Father said that it's tradition ,a younger daughter marries the older son to keep Rozanov and Ivanov clans standing.
Tradition....
When Stanislav said to father what he tought about that...
A genuine smile crept up in his face from the memories of father,the great leader,almoust loosing his temper when his older son offered to "bite him" about all traditions. A sight you can't see often..
After few seconds smile wanished. A 115 years younger bride. A bride that doesn't even know that his kind exists. For all that is damned, she doesn't even know her history as well.
Stanislav took a deep breath and looked in the mirror. Dark Brown hair with that popular barber Shop cutt,Light Green eyes and body that is used to Hard work. Not so bad for 136 year old. He was attractive, with that special aura of Power, but he never used it against anybody without giving something back. It was his Credo and he never stepped back from it.
So another deep breath and one firm step after another back to the throne hall.
An arranged marriage with 21 year old human. This Day couldn't be worse anyways,right?
