11 Part 11

Demyan

It had been exactly two years since I had started my new life in Russia and France. Dancing had been everything and more. The experiences I had gotten from the past two years was something I would never forget. Speaking English on a day to day basis felt as foreign to me as I mostly spoke Russian or French. 

Most of my time was dedicated to studying business and the fine arts as they were the two majors I had decided on. My art company was booming and just last year I had opened a gallery in France. I knew twenty was a bit young to have so much going on but I loved it. I loved knowing every morning I had something to do. 

Even though everything had been going great in my career world, my personal life had come to a halt.