The first time I met Anna Volkov, we were five and I fell in love, literally speechless at the sight of her. It was the pigtails that sold the deal for me, and then the blue, blue eyes and that smirk. It was so cold in Russia, so very cold, but when I saw her my body felt instantly warm. Two things were on my mind at the moment: First, is she considered my cousin? Second, who is that boy next to her and why were they so close?
I was jealous and I reacted the way little boys do when they know nothing of how to interact with girls they like… I insulted her and she punished me for it.
I don’t know if I began to hate her then or if I loved her even more after that.
But that was twenty years ago and that’s all forgotten. I wasn’t five anymore and recently adopted. I wasn’t in a foreign cou
