Their entrance into the country was super secretive. At 3am, they made their way into Russia. Thanks to the preparations that were made, they found their way to the mansion that had been prepared.
They reached the mansion, and Marcello, for some reason, started to regret his decision.
'Should I really appear there? What if he recognises me and sends me away?' He grabbed his hair.
Maria watched him from his entrance. The door was opened.
She knocked and he raised his head to meet her eyes.
"What are you doing here?"
She placed a wrapped burger on the table before walking closer to him.
"It's late. We'll get something better to eat once it's morning"
"I know. You may leave" he turned away from her. She sat close to him on the bed and he moved away.
"What do you think you're doing?" He frowned.
