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The man looked at her curiously and closed his eyes his lips moving silently.

"Hallo, comrade. You are fine?"

His English was broken. He was obviously a Russian from a poor family as well as rather low ranking in the Army. He withdrew his hands from his pockets, so as not to frighten her with the fact he had a pistol in his pocket. He tapped himself on the chest.

"Private Feydor Emmetovich Golovko."

((Sheesh. NO ONE likes the French. XD))

Feydor's eyes went wide, a smile stretching across his face.

"Winters! Ah, you are comrade, indeed. Come. We go to safe place."

He beckoned her to follow him as he stepped out of the ally.

((Any particular reason. XD))

"You are comrade. Is my duty."

He led her down the streets, hands back in his pockets, the left one gripping his pistol.

"First time in Mother Russia?"

After a pause to comprehend what was said, he laughed.

"Bad first impression. Russia much better.'

They arrived at a building, Feydor holding the door open for her.

"Safe place. Winters will be here soon. Went looking for you. Wife inside, making food."

As if on cue, the smell of sausage came floating through one of the windows.

"You can wait outside if you wish."

The door led to a common area with multiple doors, each with a number.

"Da. He left looking for you. And not wife yet. Getting married soon. Name is Aphrodite. Freya. Isis."

He opened the door to number seven, the smell washing over both of them. There was chattering in Russian before Feydor was shoved aside...by a woman standing all of 5'1 and built like a twig...except for the obvious pregnant belly. She had blonde hair down to her shoulders and bright, innocent-looking blue eyes. She looked Bathsheba up and down, then squealed and wrapped her in a massive hug, squeezing her harder than a woman that size and frame had any business had doing.

The Russian woman released her, wearing a stern look on her face.

"Not ma'am. Name is Tanya. You call me Tanya. You are family here."

Her voice was rather high pitched, but had the distinct Russian accent, though more upper-class than Feydor, as if honey had been poured down her throat. She almost dragged Bathsehba to the table.

"You look hungry. Like you don't eat. No meat on your bones."

He turned back to the small kitchen, practically purring with pleasure.

"Toby be back soon."

"Well, you eat well here. Too skinny for Russia. Get cold all the time. Like me."

She spoke rather fast as she started piling sausage, boiled cabbage, and black bread onto a plate.

"He left five minute before Feydor arrive."

She placed the plate in front of Sheba, turning back to go into the fridge, coming out with goat's milk, pouring her a glass.

"He will come back, no worry. If he come back and not find you, he go to police and they help look. But you here, so he will be fine."

She saw Feydor moving towards the kitchen. She briskly stormed up behind him and popped the back of his head.

"My kitchen. You sit."

Feydor meekly sat back down as Tanya began to pile food onto a plate for Feydor.

((Her English is actually a lot better than this. She's just really excited.))