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Anastasia - Liqour Store - Mandy/Cricin [/color]


Anastasia looked blankly at the woman. She had no idea what she was saying. The woman spoke a bit deeper and in a different tone than most American’s she’d met. [color=fff200]“Я не понимаю…” [/color]She muttered under her breath. [color=fff200]“Sorry,” [/color]She searched for the words in her head, [color=fff200]“I - uh. English, no good.”[/color] She blushed heavily, rather frustrated by her inability to speak English. 


[color=fff200]“I - err. No friends…”[/color] She sighed, exasperated.[color=fff200] “Боже мой, я выгляжу глупо.” [/color]She closed her eyes and gathered thoughts. [color=fff200]“You, eh, help me?”[/color] She put her thumb to her chest, pointing at herself.

When the second person appeared, Anastasia almost jumped from herskin. Her left hand teetered around the knife that was tucked under the sweatshirt tied to her waist, her right hand tightly gripping her walking stick. [color=fff200]“Боже мой!”[/color] She blurted, in surprise. He looked at her with dumb stare, which she returned, completely blank of expression. [color=fff200]“Убей меня сейчас…”[/color]