"What part of Russia did your parents come from, Irina? Mischa asked, curious."Not sure," she said, dreamily. "Some place South of Moscow, I think." B...yansk, Kaluga, Orel, perhaps?" No, doesn't ring a bell." Tula?" That sounds like it," she said. "Hmm, Tula, yes, I'm sure of it, why?" No reason. Just curious," he told her. He looked at her again, studying her face. There was, he thought, something about her. And the similarity between her and Svetlana? There had to be a connection.Tula? The. ” She looked back at him and gave a bitter laugh, her face wet with both rain and tears. “How fitting would it be if you ended up as my father? What a cliché twist of fate. Seventeen years ago, a scumbag like you screwed my mother and I was born, the granddaughter of Satan.”“Helena…”She looked back at the house, hearing a woman moaning inside. “When she wasn’t on her back for money, she was bringing home a new boyfriend every week. Each of them was worse than the last. They would yell at me,. ?You realisethat he is scared, and also that he can not understand you because you spoke tohim in Dutch, but for the moment because your head is hurting so much and youare scared you can not remember any English. After a couple of hours the door to the cellar that you arebeing kept in is opened, and a female guard who appears to be Arabic comes inwith some dry bread and a bucket of water.?She throws the bread on the floor and all the other prisoners rushforward to grab the bread, but for some. " Jetzt mach mal halblang! Vielleicht ist es keine so kleine Party, aber eigentlich ist es nichts Besonderes. Du wirst da hingehen, ein wenig trinken, ein wenig tanzen, und zum Frühstück zurück sein." Sandy lächelte, das Grinsen zeigend, dass Ashley nur zu gut kannte. Sie wusste, dass Sandy mit ihrem hinterhältigen Grinsen und ihren blitzenden Augen die Wahrheit dehnte, aber ..."Nun ..." Ashley sah verlegen auf ihre Füße, sich selbst einschätzend. Sie war ein wenig kleiner als Sandy, kein.