It was mid summer in Dagestan Russia, reaching temperatures of about 90 degrees outside. Everyone was outside, enjoying the beautiful weather. Everyone that is, except me. In my opinion going outside to try and socialize with others never tended to go well and that was fine with me. Everyone ran from me because my father happened to be Viktor Volkov, a notorious murderer. I simply didn't care anymore, not one bit. So I stayed inside to spare their poor unfortunate souls, watching them run around outside. There was a sharp rapping on my bedroom door, and I jumped startled out of my thoughts. "What?"
"Elizabeth? What are you doing still inside? Why don't you go outside with everyone else anymore?" It was Dimitri, my eighteen year old brother.
"It's too hot outside, and nobody likes me anyway. No point in tormenting the poor things." I grumbled, intending to remain a miserable little twerp all day.
"They don't realize that just because our father is the way he is doesn't mean we are the same-" Dimitri said, infuriatingly calm.
"And they never will, Dimitri. I've learned to deal with it. Maybe you should do the same. Bottom line is I'm not going outside, no effs given to what you think," I interrupted him, my mood getting worse and worse the more he argued with me.
"I'm not trying to annoy you....i just don't want you to be completely alone for the rest of your teenage years" he sighed when I didn't answer him "I guess I'll leave you alone then....im heading to work in about fifteen minutes and more than likely won't be home until tomorrow morning. No funny business when I'm gone, you hear?"
"Of course not....what the heck do you think I'm gonna do? You make it sound like I'm gonna try and do something idiotic," I snorted, slightly amused. He laughed, a quiet laugh, but still, "No, not necessarily....oh and stay away from Nikolai Malenkov 'kay?"