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gosh. Do I really have to
have permission do leave a room?
    “ Thanks,” I say to him, knowing
that it’s not his fault. He’s just doing his job. Which
unfortunately is to babysit me. Bodyguard. Babysit. Whatever. He’s
being forced to follow around a sixteen year old girl. That’s got
to be boring for a thirty-something year old man.
    I walk outside and a burst of cold
air hits me in the face. It’s not that cold, not as cold as it was in
Russia, but it’s almost November. I like the cold though. It
reminds me of home. Even though I spent a few days in Russia, it’s
not the same. I wasn’t at home. And I didn’t see my mum. She’s
still kidnapped. I just hope my dad finds her soon.
    Tristan walks out the door and looks at me.
I’m just standing in the sunlight, trying to clear my mind. There
is too much bad stuff going on right now.
    “ Are you okay?” he asks, walking
up beside me.
    “ I’m fine.”
    Tristan turns to my bodyguards. “Why don’t you
guys do a perimeter sweep. I’ll stay with Katerina.”
    The two turn and walk in separate
directions.
    “ Want to sit down?” Tristan asks
me, motioning towards a bench.
    Without a word, I take a seat. I can breathe a
little better now that two of my bodyguards are gone. I just want
some privacy. Unfortunately, privacy isn’t a luxury I can afford.
Having people follow me around 24/7 is much better than being
locked in a basement.
    “ How are you doing with all this?”
he asks.
    “ I don’t know,” I
answer.
    I went from having a completely
normal life in Russia to have an insane life in America. I’m not
handling it very well.
    Plus, I don’t know how to handle the feelings
I have for Tristan. I’ve seen the girls Alik and Dimitri have
broken up with. I always said I would never be that girl. But here
I am, heart broken over a guy who was never my boyfriend. He kissed
me one time. Once. And he even warned me that he’s never had a
girlfriend. Why would I think I’d be the exception?
    “ I’m sorry,” he says.
    “ Sorry about what?” I ask, not
looking at him. I really don’t need him to break up with me. I get
it. I do. He only thought he was in love with me. Now that he
realizes he’s not, he wants to make a clean break. It’s been that
it’s happening now than a few months down the road.
    He doesn’t answer my question. “Do you want to
hear about my family?”
    I turn to him, feeling shocked.
He never talks
about his family. It’s one of those taboo subjects. I desperately
want to hear about them. What made Tristan the person he is today?
So closed off an obsessed with his job.
    “ My mom and dad had the same job
as I do,” he says. “Growing up, I thought it was the coolest thing
ever. I only got to know little details about their job, but I knew
it was all top secret. My siblings and I used to always pretend we
were spies and would solve a fake crime together.”
    I try to imagine a younger Tristan running
around playing with his siblings, but I can’t. He sounds like he
was happy back then. Now, there isn’t much that makes him happy. I
used to think I made him happy, but not anymore.
    “ When I was a freshman, I got
accepted into a boarding school in Switzerland. All my older
siblings went there, so I was excited,” he says. “Basically, the
school trains kids. It’s top secret, but we learn different
languages, we learn how to fight, how to hack computers and
anything else they deem useful.”
    “ A spy school for kids?” I ask.
“That’s so cool.”
    “ I thought so,” he says. “They
don’t just train spies though. People that graduate from there
always go on to do awesome things. Some join the military, some the
CIA, some become assassins. There is a lot you can do with the
training.”
    Assassins? That’s scary.
    Spy school doesn’t sound so awesome
anymore.
    “ My mom and dad had been working
on a case for a few years. They were taking down a Russian
terrorist group,” he says. “The group your dad