Svetlana Altukhova
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- 3/2019
Svetlana walked along the path holding the hands of her two youngest siblings. Well, not even full siblings, half siblings. She sighed as they stumbled along beside her and slowed her pace. It wasn't her fault she had incredibly beautiful, long legs. She yawned and looked over her shoulder at the suitcases and various other pieces of storaging that was floating along behind them. This was ridiculous, her stupid mother just couldn't handle her, so now she had to suffer by being treated like a child and sent to live with her father, she didn't even know him! What if he was some creepy guy with a wand. There had to be some reason he left her mother, it wasn't because she was ugly or anything, her mother was bloody gorgeous. That was where she got her looks after all. She looked down at Ruben as he pulled on her hand. He wanted to be picked up, but Svetlana didn't want too. She returned her attention back to the road and continued to pull them along. Imogen and Ellington were going on about something that she wasn't much bothered to listen too. She was pretty sure that one was teasing the other about their name, possibly they were both doing it, but seeing as Ellington had the weird name, it made sense that it would be her at the brunt of it.
Svetlana looked down at Ruben again and rolled her eyes, groaning as she bent down to pick him up. He was six years old for god sakes! He should walk himself! She looked over at Imogen. "Be quiet you lot! You'll bring the bloody neighbourhood out!" She had yelled a little louder then she probably should have because Ruben had cringed into her neck. She didn't know what she was supposed to do with babies. Or children for that matter. She was an only child for goodness sakes! What did she know about any of that. The only hope for these kids was that their father knew what he was doing, because she refused to play housewife. As they approached the house, well, what she figured was the house judging by the address she had written on the paper. She put Ruben back on his feet and headed up to the door. She turned to glare at her siblings. "Alright, shut your mouths!" She moved to the door and knocked once, promptly. She knocked twice for no-one. A cold smile formed on her face as the door opened to reveal two men. One, her father, the other? Some hairy barbarian he was living with. "Hi Daddy-dear, your past just came back to bite you in the @rse." She then looked at the other man snobbishly. "I see after dumping my model-like mother, you decided to go for the hairy-barbarian type. Classy." She rolled her eyes and barged her way into the house, thrusting Ruben into Austiin's arms. "Where am I sleep? I have conditions. I cannot sleep under a window, and the room can't be drafty. I don't do draft. I don't share. I need a personal bathroom with a lock, because I'm a lady and need my privacy. Also, I want a double bed - because I'm worth it."
Svetlana looked down at Ruben again and rolled her eyes, groaning as she bent down to pick him up. He was six years old for god sakes! He should walk himself! She looked over at Imogen. "Be quiet you lot! You'll bring the bloody neighbourhood out!" She had yelled a little louder then she probably should have because Ruben had cringed into her neck. She didn't know what she was supposed to do with babies. Or children for that matter. She was an only child for goodness sakes! What did she know about any of that. The only hope for these kids was that their father knew what he was doing, because she refused to play housewife. As they approached the house, well, what she figured was the house judging by the address she had written on the paper. She put Ruben back on his feet and headed up to the door. She turned to glare at her siblings. "Alright, shut your mouths!" She moved to the door and knocked once, promptly. She knocked twice for no-one. A cold smile formed on her face as the door opened to reveal two men. One, her father, the other? Some hairy barbarian he was living with. "Hi Daddy-dear, your past just came back to bite you in the @rse." She then looked at the other man snobbishly. "I see after dumping my model-like mother, you decided to go for the hairy-barbarian type. Classy." She rolled her eyes and barged her way into the house, thrusting Ruben into Austiin's arms. "Where am I sleep? I have conditions. I cannot sleep under a window, and the room can't be drafty. I don't do draft. I don't share. I need a personal bathroom with a lock, because I'm a lady and need my privacy. Also, I want a double bed - because I'm worth it."