Demyan
Once we got back to the hotel Oksana and Malia quicly disappeared to Malia's room. They had ordered room service and had been locked up there. I would constantly hear their laughter as they chatted up a storm whilst it seemed a movie played in the background.
At this point it felt like I was just a chaperone as I lingered around unsure what to do. I could not necessarily sleep because I had too much on my mind and I did not feel like working because it had been all I had drowned myself in for the past few days.
I knocked on Malia's door and waited for a few seconds before she opened it. Her hair had been braided to whatever they were trying to get it to look like because I could not lie and say I knew. "How may we help you, Demyan?"
Oksana peeked from behind her with a giggle.
"I'm going out quickly to see Vasilisa."
"You should give up on her," Oksana rolled her eyes.
