[h2] [centre] [color=6ecff6]Victoria [i]Darya[/i] Romus[/color][/centre]  [/h2] 
[color=c4df9b][h3] [centre]  Light lane, Shawarma Palace . Wednesday Evening [/centre] [/h3]
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Victoria raised her drink happily and smiled, finaly someone who seemed to understand her. 

 They where both broken, they both had not had the easiest of times in life. He would recover fine she was sure. A limp but still able. Hers was far more complicated, her damaged in a different way. Some damage did not repair, you just had to the best with what you had.  

She did not want to ruin the mood, some injuries where done and full recovery was impossible.  Good days she could do short distances unaided, almost pass for normal. Others barely get up and inbetween. Such was the life of Victoria Romus. 

With a near perfect russain pronunciation though the accent needed work , a old phrase Ivan taught her kinda always summed things up quite well , having formed a close bond one summer with her father and Godfather. She had been weaker, learning Russian was somthing she could do, and helped her gain confidence. 

[i][color=6ecff6]Для нас не было земли за Волгой 

My Godfather is Russain, I learned it in the summers with him and my father. 

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The evening had gone rapidly, everything was not quite making sense and her mind. Things seemed just flow, add beer and good food things had moved faster than she thought though things felt right. Jeez. Was she 18 again or somthing.

Smiling and nudging a small foot under table and playing abit flirtatiously, it was fun, and for first time in a while things seemed to be happy. 

[i][color=6ecff6] at last. Someone understands me. It's rare. 

Much as sounds forward.. Got tickets to a upcoming event. Week or two. I might not be a very good dancer, you know working legs kinda help...  but I'm good company. 
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Giving a teasing smile, she was not quite as innocent as some people judged. 
Looking over, light lane was still busy and the venue was lively, a cold wind was blowing in the night and a cloudless sky with a bright moon hung lazily above. 

The last joke would probbly be cruel to some, but it was life for her. Some times you just had to joke about things, it was that or cry about them and she had done plenty of that over the years. 

[i][color=6ecff6] call me sometime,  it can be a lonely city when you Don t know many people. [/color][/i]

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