96) Cockroach
Vasili
During my teenage years I always loved to watch action. Despite the fact my father ran a gang I thought it was always cool. Fictionally not realistically. In New York City there were multiple cinemas I would go to after a long day of ballet and school with a few other dancers.
We always somehow picked something with action. Imagine my shock when the very same action movies I use to watch was now my life.
Edward was now strapping on a bulletproof vest onto my body as I just sat there quietly. He practically demanded I stay calm as John and our security drove back to Moscow. It was unfortunate my parents were buried nearly an hour away from the city.