Did I really make a good decision of coming here? I walk briskly to the front, ignoring his piercing gaze at my back. Andrie opens the back seat door of the shiny black Rolls Royce and I immediately step in. Andrei and Ronan remain outside the car and I wonder what is it they're talking about. After a few seconds, they both get inside. With Andrie in the driver's seat and Ronan getting in beside me. Andrei starts the car and drives out of the parking lot. My eyes take in the wonderful sight of Moscow. Although the area we are is very much modern and techy but it looks beautiful still.

We pass by Rolan's hotel. The Crowns hotel, one of the best hotels in Russia and in other countries as well. Aren't I one lucky latina? Taking one last glance at the hotel before It passes my sight, I realize it looks familiar and not in the "I must have seen it in the news or something familiar" but in the, I've seen it up close before. Especially the crown with the chain in the middle golden logo. A memory of it appears in my head. Just a flash of it. The crown was sitting on a desk looking pretty and I went to carry it. "It's yours for the taking, Micha." a voice sounded in the background. It sounded like papa's voice. Papa? No matter how hard I try, the memory doesn't go further than that.

The silence in the car is interrupted by Ronan's phone ring tone. I hear him pick the call and greet the person on the line. "Mother," He says in a cool tone. His mother, on the other hand takes her time to respond but we can hear the clattering and cluttering of pans and utensils.

"She came?" I hear her ask and no, his phone is not on speaker but his mum's voice is loud enough for me to hear.

"Yes." he replies in a clipped tone.

"Still at the office?"

"No."

Seconds passes and I literally hear his mom, gritting her teeth against each other. "Where the hell are you then!?" I blink twice, Ronan remains unaffected.

"Almost home." He replies in the same robotic monotonous manner. This man must be bipolar or something.

"Bozhe Moy! Thanks for the heads up." She snaps sarcastically. Russian cusses play in the background before the line goes off. The drive continues smoothly in comfortably silence while I watch the nature scenery of the city. We go down the path of a tree road. The smell of wet woods and leaves like herbs takes me back to my days with mum. How she'd make use of my nostrils to smell ever plant in the  green house and study them. I hated those sessions, I preffered to read and study than sit on a mini stood, smelling and tasting poisonous plants.The tasting part was fun as it brought about different reactions in my body and mum would watch me try and figure out a cure for it. If i had known that things will end up this way, i would have cherished those moments and held on to them a little while longer.

We enter a landscape avenue with big birch trees on both sides, enjoying the white snowflakes falling on them. Ronan was not lying when he said we were close as the vintage grey triangle peaks of show from afar with a load of snow on each one of them. Then the iron silver gate comes to view. It slides open when the car gets nearer and we go in. Not exactly what I was expecting. The house. Yes, it is a mansion but it doesn't look sophisticating or complicated. There are two water fountains at the entrance and I sight a field that goes round back the house. Andrei drives us to the garage at the left side of the house. Ronan gets down, hands the brown envelope to Andrie and adjust his cufflinks before coming to get my door.

I grab my purse and step out of the car. He closes the door behind him with a step further closer to me, purposely getting in my space. My head rises up a bit to meet his challenging gaze. Is this how he will continue to openly flirt with me in front of his parents?I'm soon about to find out but first, I need to breathe. "What are you doing, Mr Dimitri?"

His lips slowly pull to a side smirk as he speaks.  "I'm simply enjoying the aroma of my scent mixed with yours. Its giving....bedroom ideas." I seize my breath at his last words while my eyes watch him step out of my space and stays my by side. He looks down at me with the smirk still playing on his lips. "My mother can get a little bit carried away while trying to make visitors feel at home but trust me, it comes from a good place."

Not expecting his sudden notice, I blink twice. His hard, stone voice sounds soft and lenient when he spoke about his mum. A very hard contrast to the personality people hold of him. With that his hand snakes around my waist as he leads me to the porch of the house. I really like the theme of the building, painted grape with the window panes and stairs painted white. It looks homey and traditional, not exactly how one would expect a mafia capo to live. To top it all, I see no guards guarding the place. A very odd sight.

"A mafia capo like Christain Dimitri does not believe in extra protection. The day someone plans to infiltrate his home, is the day Christian Dimitri is ruled as weak." The door opens and the devil himself welcomes us with a warm smile on his middle aged stubble face. My face is unexpressive but my head is up in knots. A mafia capo dressed in comfy sweater and pants is not exactly what I was expecting to see.

"Welcome."