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Who: Mikhail, Ivan, and Petya
When: Backdated, December 2009
Where: BCA
What: The Europeans move in!
Ivan dragged the last of the bags into the new apartment and leaned against the wall. "That's it," he said to Mikhail and Petya.
Petya was sitting on the window sill looking into the room and Mikhail was pacing. "Was this really the best idea?" he asked Ivan in Russian.
Ivan looked at his brother seriously. They always had this argument. "It was a fine idea," Ivan said in perfect English. They had all decided that their common language should be English since they were now living in America and their second language would be German. Petya had asked Ivan to teach her Russian in their spare time and he had agreed, but it would be a while before she could understand fluent Russian.
"What's a fine idea?" Petya asked.
Mikhail huffed and went to a bag. He started riffling through it. "Mikhail was wondering if us moving to Burnham city was a great idea," Ivan explained to Petya.
She shrugged. "Probably not the best idea, but it's not terrible."
Mikhail looked up at the young girl, his new "little sister." She was just like him when he was younger. She was just running but he knew that she wouldn't stop for a long time. He knew he had to take care of her. "We should enroll you at your new school," he said to her after a minute.
Petya shrugged. "Whatever you think is best," she said. "Can I have a few days to get used to this place though?"
"Of course," Mikhail said.
"My friend Iulie said she would give us a tour once we were settled in here," Ivan said looking around the very empty apartment. "We need some furniture."
"Yes we do," Mikhail said.
"We can sit on the floor," Petya grinned. "And eat out of our hands."
"Let's get a moving truck," Ivan grinned. "I know there's a second hand furniture store around here somewhere. We should be able to get enough to have a decent amount of furniture and hopefully some comfortable beds."
Petya stood up. She still couldn't believe the past few days had actually happened the way they did. One second the school was shutting down, the next she was on an airplane, and now she was here in this little apartment in a completely new city with two professors she barely knew but she knew she could trust them and they would be her new family. "I'm ready," she said simply. She was ready to go shopping, ready to except her future, ready to except her new brothers.
Mikhail shrugged and joined them. "Alright."
At the end of the day they had furnished their new home with a tan couch, a vintage red chair, a sage green chair with cherry blossoms on it, a Persian rug, a clock table, several hanging lights, a book shelf, a vase, and a dark brown kitchen table with four chairs. They had found three decently priced twin size beds and outfitted them with their own style of comforter. They could even afford their own rugs and bed side tables for their rooms.
They were invited over to dinner by Ivan's Romanian-French friends Adrian and Iulie Miklos. After a joyous reunion and a nice introduction the friends had a small dinner together and enjoyed each other's company. Even Petya enjoyed herself, which was something that rarely happened. At the end of the night, Ivan, Mikhail, and Petya trudged back to their own apartment which was in the same building and fell asleep peacefully in their own beds.
displaced)Who: Mikhail, Ivan, and Petya
When: Backdated, December 2009
Where: BCA
What: The Europeans move in!
Ivan dragged the last of the bags into the new apartment and leaned against the wall. "That's it," he said to Mikhail and Petya.
Petya was sitting on the window sill looking into the room and Mikhail was pacing. "Was this really the best idea?" he asked Ivan in Russian.
Ivan looked at his brother seriously. They always had this argument. "It was a fine idea," Ivan said in perfect English. They had all decided that their common language should be English since they were now living in America and their second language would be German. Petya had asked Ivan to teach her Russian in their spare time and he had agreed, but it would be a while before she could understand fluent Russian.
"What's a fine idea?" Petya asked.
Mikhail huffed and went to a bag. He started riffling through it. "Mikhail was wondering if us moving to Burnham city was a great idea," Ivan explained to Petya.
She shrugged. "Probably not the best idea, but it's not terrible."
Mikhail looked up at the young girl, his new "little sister." She was just like him when he was younger. She was just running but he knew that she wouldn't stop for a long time. He knew he had to take care of her. "We should enroll you at your new school," he said to her after a minute.
Petya shrugged. "Whatever you think is best," she said. "Can I have a few days to get used to this place though?"
"Of course," Mikhail said.
"My friend Iulie said she would give us a tour once we were settled in here," Ivan said looking around the very empty apartment. "We need some furniture."
"Yes we do," Mikhail said.
"We can sit on the floor," Petya grinned. "And eat out of our hands."
"Let's get a moving truck," Ivan grinned. "I know there's a second hand furniture store around here somewhere. We should be able to get enough to have a decent amount of furniture and hopefully some comfortable beds."
Petya stood up. She still couldn't believe the past few days had actually happened the way they did. One second the school was shutting down, the next she was on an airplane, and now she was here in this little apartment in a completely new city with two professors she barely knew but she knew she could trust them and they would be her new family. "I'm ready," she said simply. She was ready to go shopping, ready to except her future, ready to except her new brothers.
Mikhail shrugged and joined them. "Alright."
At the end of the day they had furnished their new home with a tan couch, a vintage red chair, a sage green chair with cherry blossoms on it, a Persian rug, a clock table, several hanging lights, a book shelf, a vase, and a dark brown kitchen table with four chairs. They had found three decently priced twin size beds and outfitted them with their own style of comforter. They could even afford their own rugs and bed side tables for their rooms.
They were invited over to dinner by Ivan's Romanian-French friends Adrian and Iulie Miklos. After a joyous reunion and a nice introduction the friends had a small dinner together and enjoyed each other's company. Even Petya enjoyed herself, which was something that rarely happened. At the end of the night, Ivan, Mikhail, and Petya trudged back to their own apartment which was in the same building and fell asleep peacefully in their own beds.
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