Lillian's Melaleuca routine

At night, before the start of a new day, Aya's mood could not be calm for a long time.

After Fyodor had said this to her, there was not much conversation, and she went down the stairs and huddled for a long time in the nearly paralyzed subway station before returning to the hotel.

It has to be said that she was deeply touched when she heard his words just now.After a few hours of fermenting, this emotion quickly subsided, and now, she was sensible enough to look at Fyodor.

It's hard for Aya to imagine that the inner core of this harmless person is so extreme.Maybe what Fyodor said is right, the relationship between supernatural beings and ordinary humans is indeed difficult to define, but these have nothing to do with her.Instead of putting things on these things, she wants to do what she has to do more.

She does have respect for Fyodor's ideals, and this respect comes from his persistence.In any case, the contradictions in Fyodor's personality are real, and Aya cannot make a final judgment on him, because she cannot be sure whether Fyodor is really selfish or selfless.

In any case, his noble intentions of blowing up an entire amusement park cannot hide the fact that he is a sociopath.

Aya still regretted her life.

Therefore, she will not contact him again until she leaves Russia.

Aya is already very wary of Fyodor, this duplicity has already lied to her several times.And, did Fyodor even know that she was the book?

The more Aya thought about it, the more irritable she became. She rubbed her hair, trying not to think about it.

After thinking for a moment, she dragged Fyodor's phone number to the blacklist, then decided to change hotels and leave Moscow in a few days.So, she opened the ticketing software and bought a flight to Helsinki Airport (Finland) the day after tomorrow.

Originally, she still planned to stay in Russia for a while, but under the current situation, the farther away from Russia the better.Maybe after going around the world she might go back to Russia to continue her previous journey, but for now

To hell with Fyodor!

But not long after, Aya began to regret it again.

Due to the loose time, she spent the past few days in Moscow wandering around, and she hasn't finished visiting the attractions, so she is not reconciled to leaving like this.

Why did she change her itinerary for nothing because of this person?Even though Fyodor was dangerous, he couldn't get in her way anymore.As long as he didn't threaten her, why should she care about these things.

After thinking about it, Aya refunded the ticket again.Because of the approaching flight time, she lost a lot of money, and she blamed Fyodor in anger.

It's all the fault of Fedya, that bastard!

Otherwise, she wouldn't spend this wronged account.

Angrily, she decided to seek comfort, so after a day, she finally remembered Gogol who was walking with Pushkin that day. Got enough goodwill.She found his number with peace of mind - after meeting Gogol that day, they did exchange contact information.

But they haven't had any conversation yet, and the message records are still empty.

But not anytime soon.

Aya turned over, hammered her stiff shoulders, and looked at the glowing screen. It was still ten o'clock in the evening, not too late.So she found Gogol's phone number and started to leave a message as if nothing had happened.

"Mr. Nicolai, I'm Lilian. Since I met you that day, I've been thinking about it day and night, and I can't forget it. Would you like to meet me and talk about the unfinished conversation?"

"I sincerely look forward to talking with you tomorrow."

After sending the message, she turned the phone to silent and threw it aside, regardless of whether there was a reply or not, she fell asleep after a few minutes.

the next day.

Aya woke up on time at eight o'clock in the morning.She unhurriedly finished washing before turning on her phone to check the messages.

Sure enough, she saw the reply she wanted on the phone.

Gogol agreed to her request and told her that he had already reserved a restaurant, which was not difficult to find.There was still a while before the time they agreed on, so Ling turned back to the sink, took care of her hairstyle and clothing, and put on some light makeup. After finishing all this, she found that there was still time left.

So Ling turned on the TV, she was still a little worried about what happened yesterday, although Fyodor assured that he would deal with it, and she also marked the camera issue in her notes, but she always had to confirm the result.She turned on the news channel specially.

Sure enough, this news was mentioned in the morning news on the news channel.

"Dear viewers and friends, at 55:[-] p.m. yesterday, a serious explosion occurred in an amusement park located in the northern part of Moscow. The explosion has already caused XX deaths. The number of victims of the accident is still being counted. Climbing... At present, the cause of the accident is still under investigation, and it is initially determined that this is a man-made attack..."

Behind the host, through the display screen, the background is the amusement park.The fire has stopped, and the smoke has dissipated, leaving only the blackened remains of the building piled up on the ground. It is cold and desolate. Not far away, there is the figure of the search team, and a crane is parked, removing a heavy reinforced concrete slab. .

Aya didn't see anything from this general news.After changing several channels, she stopped watching.

She turned off the TV, pulled out the room card, and went out.

When she arrived at the agreed place, Gogol had already appeared there.At this time, the agreed time was only 5 minutes away.

Gogol didn't make the weird dress up that day, and of course, he didn't wear the abrupt clown makeup either, so he looked very refreshing. He swept away the gloom and madness before, and he was gentle, calm and well-educated.Since the location was a restaurant, he didn't dress very formally, but he wasn't too casual either. Judging from his attire, he should have been carefully prepared, from hairstyle to attire.

Seeing her, after obtaining her consent, Gogol leaned down and kissed her gently in a very gentlemanly manner.

Aya nodded to him as a greeting.

It was still cold outside, so they walked into the restaurant together without exchanging greetings.

After storing the clothes, they sat in a seat under the guidance of the waiter.

It's getting too early now, and it's not appropriate to have breakfast.Ling was still a little sleepy. After receiving the menu, she ordered a cup of Russian coffee with Russian salad, a grilled lamb chop and mashed potatoes, and a honey cake for dessert.She handed the menu to Gogol and saw that he ordered red cabbage soup, a caviar pancake, a sturgeon, a salad and a bottle of rosé.

Next to it, there is a string orchestra playing "Adi Lina by the Water", which blends with the quiet atmosphere in the restaurant and is quite emotional.The room is relatively dark, but fortunately there is enough light, but it is not glaring.

"Mr. Nikolai, is it okay to call you Nikolai?"

"Of course, if you can, Kolya can too. Feel free to."

After receiving the signal of consent, Ling said, "Then don't call me Miss Lilian. In fact, I would rather you call me Lilian."

Ling stared at him seriously. Under the warm light in the room, Nikolai's face looked very soft, and his white hair also looked a little golden.

They looked at each other and smiled, and chatted happily.

"Do you have any favorite food?"

"Caviar? Barely counts."

"What a coincidence, I also like caviar." Aya smiled and echoed his words.

Actually, she didn't like it.

However, if you can please others, why not do it?

"Does Lilian like coffee very much?" When talking about food, Gogol began to mention her special coffee order.

"No, I'm just a little sleepy." Ling smiled wryly, and mentioned yesterday's experience, "Yesterday was really a thrilling day. I almost experienced an explosion, so I lost sleep."

"You mean the amusement park?" Gogol's tone was blank at first, and then turned into shock, "Lilian, were you there yesterday?"

"Also?" Aya expressed confusion first, and then she seemed to ask, "Nikolai, my God, were you there yesterday?"

Her eyes widened: "Unfortunately, we didn't meet. But anyway, it's great that you are safe and sound!"

The two people with their own ghosts in mind looked at each other and breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

"I just passed by there at night and left soon." Gogol said relaxedly, "The explosion happened after I left. However, I also watched that scene from a distance."

It's all Fyodor's fault!

Ling said with lingering fear: "Fortunately, you were not injured, but, is there something important for you to go there?"

Near the amusement park is a less prosperous business district, and Ling knows that although Gogol looks harmless, he is also an out-and-out cunt.Therefore, she naturally began to wonder whether Gogol went there for some "mission".

"I live in an apartment nearby, so I pass by there every day." Gogol didn't seem to notice her little thoughts, but explained.

"Then you have to pay attention to safety, Nikolai. There will be chaos for a long time." Aya believed his explanation, worried, and worried about him.

He seemed to sense the weight of the topic, so he changed the topic very considerately: "Speaking of which, Lillian, the brooch you are wearing today is really unique."

"Do you mean this?" Aya lowered her head. After taking off her coat, she was wearing a dark green solid-color turtleneck sweater with a black and white checked skirt. There is a brooch pinned to the sweater near the shoulder.

It was the white rose brooch given by the puppet.

Although Aya hated the doll very much, it was the doll that brought her an indiscriminate disaster.But it's useless to don't want anything, since it's something given to her, she will make the best use of it.Plus she really likes this unusually delicate brooch, so she's wearing it today.

Aya was a little surprised that Gogol would mention it suddenly, and she smiled brightly: "Thank you, I like it too."

She stood up showing off, raised her chin, and made a small circle.

Gogol sat on the seat, watching her intently.

Aya smiled slyly, approached him, and pinned the brooch on the shirt vest inside him.

Gogol grabbed her hand that was holding the brooch, and they looked at each other without moving.

Now, the brooch has been returned to its original owner.