Fourteen hours later,

When the plane landed I got through customs pretty quickly. I hoped to see my cousin waiting, by some miracle, for me.

Hint: he wasn't.

I sighed and regretted my entire life.

He's stitched me up or maybe I've stitched myself up. I should have got Max's number of Miles but everything happened a little too quickly to think about things like that.

I began to walk with just my single rucksack and mobile phone to the exit doors. I passed all the taxi drivers waiting with their named boards not even bothering to scan for my name. How was he meant to know that I was here?

I looked up at the signs that were, unfortunately but not surprisingly, all written in Russian. Judging by the symbols also on the signs, I found my way to the toilet.

Yeah, I'm in a foreign country all alone and no place to go but a woman still gotta go.

As I was leaving the restroom, I felt a large body hit me at high impact. Casual.

"Jesus Christ," I cursed as I stumbled back into the wall.

"You fucking wish. It's Max a.k.a your favourite cousin in the whole wide world," he said roughly ruffling my hair.

"I'm not a fucking dog," I said shoving his hand off my head. "And why do you have to be so rough? I just got off a 14-hour flight."

"Miles gave you my letter I presume?"

"He did and I came straight away."

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