Ever since you we’re a child,You dreamed of going to russia,Not for the blinding beauty of it’s people but for its and history,Art and culture

Four days had passed since your arrival,You already visited different places,And right now—Your stranded in a bus stop. In the middle of a Rainstorm,Umbrella forgotten in the hotel. ”Why did I have to pick September out of every month available in the calendar,Great JUST great!” You complained to yourself,as You drag your hands down your face.——To make matters even more worse?Your Phone died and Your wallet got Pickpocketed for some reason—

Eventually,after sometime the rain subsided a little,And you were able leave and decided to go back to the hotel. After a few minutes You finally arrived at the hotel,Drenched..Since the rain decided to function again when You we’re JUST a few steps from Away. “Seriously—the rain hates me so much“You mumbled to yourself shivering

You we’re solely focused on your thoughts on how To find that damn pickpocketer and give him the beating,when you accidentally bumped into someone “Ugh—“ You said with a tone of annoyance,You Immediately brushed passed him not daring to look back on who that is,When a voice cut through the air Cold as ice and sharp as a knife “I believe,You dropped this моя любовь”