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LONGING IN THE URALS I consider myself a fit person. Everest is high up on my list of places to hike and experience, but to do that, I needed to be more fit than ever. Id always wanted to hike the Russian Ural mountains. Little did I know that it would lead me where it did. I should tell you a bit about myself. My names Scott Worrell, I reside in Sydney, Australia, one of the best countries in the world to live in, the best, but that's just me. Early on in my life, my parents instilled in me a love of travel. They took me with them around Australia, New Zealand, Hawaii. While they had the money too anyway. After I started working, I saved for holidays, living frugally and saving as much as I could. I went through New Zealand again, I went to Japan, across part of China, The United States, Canada and Alaska. I saved up for a year to be able to go to my next destination, The Ural Mountains. Yekaterinburg is where I started, the gateway to the Ural Mountains. Getting off the trans-Manchurian express there, I checked into a hotel and checked all my equipment. Tent, sleeping bag, clothes, it was all there. Id pick up enough food to last 2 to 3 weeks and cooking equipment tomorrow. Propane cookers cant travel by air, and they attract the attention of customs officials too. I couldn't be more carefull, if I did the wrong thing, I may end up in a modern day gulag, there's nothing romantic about it, trust me on that. Getting up to the sound of traffic, I had a shower and changed into my well used, but durable hiking gear and checked out of my hotel. I brought enough food to last for my planned length in the Urals and took a bus to the outskirts of the mountains, as close as I could get to them by road anyway. Taking a few photos out of habit, I put my camera away and started my hike. I made good progress the first few days. I passed organised tour groups going up. Id been on them before and enjoyed them, but wanted to do my own thing too much. I pitched my tent and boiled water for coffee while eating some of the food id brought with me. I turned on my DVD cam and did some panning footage of the area and my campsite, for my website. The quiet out here, especially as it got dark, was amazing, I felt like I was the only one out here. The next day, I got the feeling that I was being watched, but ignored it as best I could. Hiking through the forest, I took my time, I had two more weeks here and was determined to make the most of them. My footsteps took me towards what looked like an abandoned base, a Russian one that was put here during the cold war perhaps. As I pitched my tent again and took some footage of it, I resolved to explore it tomorrow and got warm in my sleeping bag. Excited sounding voices in Russian woke me as daylight streamed into my tent. I struggled to move and talk as I was dragged out of my tent and looked up to see the wrong end of at least 5 ak47s pointed at me. My mouth went dry and my heart pounded as I kept my hands in plain sight. I sat there as they went through my tent, finding my passport, visa and other documents easily. As they took my camera as well, I asked them to be carefull with it, then felt pain go through my head as one of them hit me with the butt of his AK. Darkness claimed me as I fell to the ground. My head was pounding as I woke up, hoping that it was all just a bad nightmare, I lifted my head up to find that I was in an office, a plushly decorated office. Photos and framed citations were on the walls, as they were all in Cyrillic lettering, I couldn't read any of it, but quickly realised that I was in the office of the commanding officer, whoever he was. There weren't any bases, hidden or otherwise out here in the Urals, as far as I knew, I hadn't trespassed on any private property, so why had I been dragged out of my tent like that. "Ah, I see your awake at last, my men don't know when to hold back sometimes," I heard a voice say in Russian accented English say to me, then came in sight and sat at his desk in front of me. My wrists were cuffed behind me, and I was seated in a chair in front of him. He looked to be about 45 to 50, in a Russian officers uniform. The two stars on his shoulders let me know that he was a major general, pretty high up. "This is all just a big mistake, really, I wasn't doing anything illegal or trespassing, I'm just out hiking the Urals," I told him as he stared back at me, then took my documents and camera from a bag on his desk. "Really, then why aren't you with a group, and going the prescribed routes that the groups take," he asked me as he looked through the memory of my camera. "I've done that before, but, I wanted to go off the beaten track, I wanted to see more, that's why I'm out here," I told him as he looked at my passport, then back at me. "You aren't here to spy on us, you have a lot of footage of our base, of the way here, you cant have come here by accident," he said almost as if he said it was true, it was. "But I did, really, I'm not spying for anyone, and get footage on what base, the base I took footage of there is abandoned, it looks that way anyway," I told him as he shook his head. "No, you're here spying on us, on our projects. I could kill you, but.. I have a better idea, you'll find out first hand what we're working on out here," he said to me as I was pulled to my feet and bent over his table. He talked quickly in Russian to someone out of sight. I couldn't understand a word of it, but I wish now that id taken some more advanced Russian language courses. "Let me go, come on, this is a big mistake, a big one, I'm not with any spy organisation, I'm telling you the truth," I pleaded with them as my right arm was turned to expose my arteries and veins, then I cried out as I was injected with something, right in my arm. Bucking and crying out in pain, I tried to pull away, kick them, anything as it felt like I was being injected with liquid fire. Blinking away tears and shaking as the burning heat went up my arm, I closed my eyes as I felt another needle being stuck into me, but in my left ass cheek, suddenly felt tired. I heard the general talking to me, but couldn't make out the words as I passed out over the desk. I don't know how long I was unconscious for, a day, a week, I have no idea. The first thing I realised when I woke up was that I was laying on a comfortable bed. Had it all been a bad dream, the rude awakening by the red army, the major general who questioned me. I wanted it to be just a dream as I opened my eyes and took in the room I was in. I was laying on a king size bed in a darkened room, light was faintly showing through a shuttered window as I sat up on the bed, then felt long hair brush against my cheek and nose. Brushing it aside, I froze as I didn't have long hair, it had always been too much trouble to manage. My body felt different somehow, my balance felt off as I stood up and walked into an ensuite bathroom and turned on the light, I nearly screamed as I saw my reflection. Instead of the almost ruggedly handsome 6ft fit male reflection I had seen for my 30 years, a shorter female reflection stared back at me. I blinked as she blinked, then realised that something serious had been done to me while I was unconscious. The petite woman staring back at me had long midnight black hair past my shoulders and down her back, her eyes were blue and scared, glancing down at my body. I guessed that I was about 5ft 4inches tall, wearing a white silk chemise and as I lifted up the hem, white silk and lace French cut panties, exactly what I liked to see on a woman, but not on me. Looking back up at the mirror, I took a better look at my new face, I had a definite feminine Russian look to me. Cute, full lips, an upturned delicate nose, razor thin eyebrows. The pair of breasts rising and falling under my chemise had to be 34D at least. I slowly reached up and cupped them, feeling their weight as I stepped away from the mirror, noticing only then that I walked in a high stepping toe-first way, like a ballerina. As I tried to walk as I normally did, I felt more fustrated, did all women walk like this, I asked myself as I walked to the window and opened the shutters to see where I was. I gasped as I saw familiar trees and high peaks outside, I was still in the Ural Mountains, most likely at the 'abandoned base' that I camped near. As I explored the room, I tried the door and found it locked, then noticed the CCTV camera in the corner of the room, recording everything. Looking up at it, I gave it a universal rude gesture and continued to look for another way out. How had they done this to me, and why. A key turning in the locked door got my attention and I faced it as it opened up. A young looking red army corporal looked in at me, then nodded to someone outside, he parted as the general that had questioned me walked in. turning on the lights, he sat down on the bed and patted the space next to him. "No, you tell me why you did this," I said to him, them stopped as I heard my new voice, a higher pitched feminine alto. My hand went to my throat as he smiled and patted the bed again. "I promise I wont bite little one, I can answer your questions, you will have a lot of adjustments to get used to, one of which is being with me, so you may as well start now," he told me as I walked over to him and sat next to him. "How are you feeling, are you in any pain, how are your memories, are they intact as well," he asked me as I looked away and nearly jumped as he rested his hand on my smooth thigh. "No, I'm not in any pain, and my memories are intact, why do you care anyway," I told him as his hand caressed back and forth along my thigh, which made me feel uncomfortable. "Despite what you think, I'm not a sadist, I don't enjoy causing anyone pain, some parts of the change are painful, I wanted to spare you that, that's why you were sedated before you were injected with the serum. I know you must be scared, unused to the body and face you now posess, first, let me introduce myself, my name is General Yuri Verdikov, I've been in the Red Army since I was 17, all my life I have served my country proudly. I love my country and will do whatever I can to make it a world leader again, as it was in the times of Stalin, Gorbachev, even Brezhnev. The West may not have liked Brezhnev, but while he lead, Russia had true stability." "After the fall of Communism, we lost that power, Putin is making this country great again, to that end, we cant rule with just military power, but also in the sciences. That's why this base was reactivated and staffed, the lower levels have many science labs where the latest breakthroughs are researched and tested before going before the world, one of these breakthroughs is nanite technology, you know of this," he asked me as I crossed my legs and took in what he had said to me. "Yes, I know of it, millions of tiny machines, programmed to attack cancers, repair damage, whatever they're programmed to do, why, is that what you injected me with," I asked him as he almost looked impressed by my knowledge. "Yes, a more stable version than the ones we have given in the past, mainly to prisoners serving life sentences, they were promised their freedom if they participated in tests, the results were in most cases, unstable, and they died. But it has been improved since then. You were given billions of nanites and injections of female hormones to change your body and face to that which you have now. You have the body and face of my former mistress, Tatiana Ozerov." "We first met when I was in Moscow to be promoted to Brigadier General. She was working in a club, I saw her and knew I had to have her, I was at a different base then, but I was still lonely. It didn't take long for her to come with me. I gave her a lifestyle that any other Russian girl would envy, luxurious clothes, lingerie, opera and ballet shows, she wanted for nothing, all I craved was her companionship. She would wait for me in our quarters, wearing whatever sexy lingerie I had bought for her, or nothing at all. I loved her, as her parents had died years before, she had no ties to her town, or even to Moscow." "I was assigned here 4 years ago to oversee the top secret projects here, including the Nanite project, the KGB started it up, and its existed since then. Only recently has more progress been made. This is a more extreme use for it, but if they are capable of this, it's capable of being put to more simple medical uses. You are proof that its stable, you have been unconscious for a week, we had to run tests on you, but, your in perfect health, as healthy as any other 23yo woman is," he told me as I leaned forward and pressed a hand against my chest. My heart pounded faster and faster as I feared that I'd never be male again. "Can it be reversed, I don't want to be female the rest of my life," I told him as he held me close to him. My emotions and hormones were going crazy as I took all this in. "No, changing someone from male to female is easy, but the reverse isn't so easy. We all start out as female, it just takes the addition of the y chromozone to change a foetus from female to male, that's what the researchers told me. The Nanites you were injected with had her DNA in them. But even if it could be reversed, I wouldn't allow it, I miss my Tatiana too much." "You see, 2 years ago, Tatiana died from a brain anyrism. I felt lost without her, she helped to make my postings pleasant, and even helped to solve any problems that I had. She always seemed to have an answer for whatever problem I was facing." "I blamed myself until I found out how she died, then I vowed somehow to bring her back." "I'm offering you a life of comfort, luxury, the world at your fingertips, I know it's a shock, but you will adapt. You will wear the best lingerie, gowns, leather gear. Her wardrobe will be made available to you, outwardly you are her, inwardly, in your head, you aren't, but that will change. You will be put through and intensive Russian language course. You will learn to speak, read, and write fluently in Russian. You will learn the skills all women have, how to apply make up, style your hair, coordinate colors and styles, how to walk flawlessly in even the highest heels." "You will come to love your life here, you will have full run of the base, but not allowed access to the grounds, not until you can be trusted not to try to escape. You will wear sensual attire at all times, dresses, skirts, tops and heels. No jeans or shorts, Tatiana never wore them, so neither will you. You will learn to talk in a perfect Russian accent, I may have you learn another language or two, Mandarin or maybe French." I think he saw that I was panicing because he sat back down from pacing and softly caressed my shoulders and slender arm as tears filled my eyes. I saw my freedom being taken away, my dreams of hiking Everest, gone in the guilded cage that was my new life here. "Sshhh, its ok my love, everything will be ok, just relax, work with me, in time, I will take you with me on my travels. Business does take me off the base to Moscow or St Petersberg, China as well, so please don't do anything drastic." "I know you must be hungry, I'll have a soldier bring in some food for you, I have a very good chef here, Tatiana loved his cooking, and I know you will too, promise you wont do anything crazy," he asked me as his hand moved down to my left breast and caressed it, drawing a soft moan from my lips. "You see, you will love being Tatiana," he told me before getting up and walking from the room. An hour later, I was thinking about what he had said while tucking into Filet Mignon and the best wine id ever tasted. I'd never liked it before, but I seemed to have a taste for it. I'd glimpsed the label on the bottle before it was taken away, Chateau Lafite '77, a good year and vintage. Could I really do this, could I really live the sheltered, pampered life of a Russian generals mistress. It was an alien lifestyle to me, but I'd prided myself on my adaptability and durability, I could endure anything. I did like the idea of learning Russian, id always wanted to learn a second language, now it looked like I had no choice but to learn one, or even two. Within a minute of me finishing my meal, the door was unlocked again and my dishes were taken out. A captain took me out and down a hallway, we passed other soldiers and they all glanced at me as they passed me, I couldn't blame them really, as I was in just the silk chemise and French cut panties, with the face and body of a Russian beauty to go with them. I followed him to another level and wing of the base, it truly was big. Stopping in front of a door with Cyrillic lettering on it and a butterfly just above the writing, the captain unlocked it and let me in. I glanced at his AK as I walked in but didn't dare go for it. I turned the light on and as he closed the door behind me, I stared wide eyed at Tatiana's quarters. Quarters didn't even begin to describe it, it encompassed two enormous rooms. The one I was standing in was clearly the living/entertainment room, a plasma TV, leather couches, framed art prints, and photos of Tatiana and the general decorated the room. Plush white carpet under my feet completed the look and was soft on my bare feet. Walking through to the bedroom, I stopped again. Tatiana's boudoir was like something out of a movie. A four poster canopy bed dominated the room, lavender coloured silk sheets covered the bed, and see through silk hung from the canopies. A well stocked dressing table was against one wall, with a door next to that and another not far from the bed. Opening up the one next to the dressing table, I gasped as it was a walk in wardrobe. More outfits than I could count hung inside, silk and satin gowns, nighties, skirts in silk, satin and leather, tailored jackets and a few leather jackets. Silk and cotton blouses. Two uniform jackets hung up next to what were now my leather jackets. Arrayed along the floor were at least 30 pairs of heels, leather boots, knee and calf high with 3 to 4in heels on them, 3 pairs of ankle boots, pumps, sandals. They were clearly all for me to wear, to be seen in and show off. Finding a white silk bathrobe from one of the hangars, I slipped my arms into it and did up the sash around my slender waist. It only came down to mid thigh, but I felt more covered up. Walking out to the other unexplored door, I opened it up and walked in to see that it was a bathroom, a lavish one too, all marble, with brass fittings and expensive toiletries on the shelves. A clawfoot bath and tub sized shower stall dominated the room. "Just what have I gotten myself into here," I asked myself as I tested for dust or dirt, but found none, I couldn't fault the cleaning service on the base. Unsure if I was being watched even in here, I turned on the water in the shower stall, then took off my bathrobe, chemise and panties. Getting the water to a comfortable temperature, I stood under it and sighed as it hit the top of my head and flowed down my sensual body. The nanites I had been injected with had done their work well. It was perfect in every way, from my firm breasts and trim belly to my hips and smooth thighs. Running my fingers through my long hair, I took a bar of soap from the holder near the taps and looked at the name and brand on it, Savon de Marseille, an expensive French brand. Taking it out of the wrapper, I lathered up my hands and rubbed it over my shoulders and down my body. Its scent reached my nose as I stood under the water, getting as clean as I can. I felt the need to stay clean, if I was to be his mistress, I would have to not only look my best, but smell my best as well. Rubbing a combination shampoo and conditioner through my long hair, I closed my eyes and let the water run over it. Steam from the shower filled the stall as I rubbed more soap down over my hips and down my thighs. My soft touch over my body started to arouse me, hoping that I wasn't being watched, my fingers traced up my thighs to my smooth pussy and traced around it, sending shivers through me. Part of me wanted this while another part wanted me to stop immediately, I didn't want to stop and rubbed over my labia and clit as well. The shock that went through me nearly made me fall to the marble floor of the shower. Forcing myself to stay up, my finger again moved to my clit and stroked it, my nail running over it sent more shocks through me as it was coaxed out from under its hood. Leaning in the corner of the shower, one hand concentrated on my throbbing, aroused pussy while the other moved up to my breasts and rubbed my nipples. It didn't take long before they swelled up. My moans soon filled the bathroom as I bucked against my fingers and shook in pure extasy. As I reached my first orgasm as a woman, I tried to stiffle my scream, but couldn't as I shuddered and slid down the wall to the tiles. Waves of extasy went through me as I sat there, my fingers still stroking my swollen pussy lips as I rode my orgasm. It took a while for me to be able to stand up again, but I did and turned off the water. If that was what a female orgasm was like, I was going to want more of them. Patting my soft skin dry with the towel, I dried my hair as best I could and changed back into the white silk panties and chemise, putting the bathrobe back on as well, I walked to the window and looked out at the forest. It was dark outside, did anyone out there know I was even missing, could I really become Tatiana Ozerov. Those questions went through my head as I settled under the soft sheets and curled up, the robe draped over a chair as I fell asleep to the sounds coming in from outside. The sound of an alarm woke me up from a deep sleep, as I rubbed my eyes and sat up, I stretched and glanced down at my body. The sight of my breasts rising and falling under the chemise let me know that it hadn't been a dream. Id really been given the sexy, petite body of a Russian generals dead mistress. As I sat there, I heard the door to my quarters open and the same captain that had taken me here last night walked into sight. "Breakfast will be served in one hour, be ready," he told me, then walked back out and locked the door behind him. "Well, id better not disappoint him," I said to myself as I slipped out from under the sheets and padded into the bathroom. Running a warm shower, I tried to hold back from stroking my sensitive pussy lips and nipples, but couldn't. before I knew it, I was shuddering and crying out in the shower stall, my fingers buried inside me while my thumb stroked my clit. My arousal overwhelmed me as I shook from my intense orgasm, while my juices coated my fingers and ran down my skin to the tiles underneath me. Still shaking a bit as I stood back up, I turned the water off and stepped out of the shower. Drying myself again, I wrapped the towel around my upper body and tucked the end between my breasts as id seen women do, then walked out to the walk in closet. Choosing a white push up bra and matching colored high cut lacy panties, I slipped them up my legs to rest on my hips, then put on the bra. Hooking it in place behind me wasn't easy, but once I'd finally done it, my breasts were supported nicely by it. Tracing my finger over the edge of it, I knew id never leave the room without a bra again. Taking down a white embroidered dress from a hangar, I changed into it and zipped it up behind me. Slim spaghetti straps over my shoulders kept it from falling and the skirt of it stopped just above my knees. Looking for some appropriate footwear, I saw a pair of white strappy sandals with a 3in heel on them and slipped my feet into them. Doing up the ankle strap, I wobbled slightly in them, but kept my balance as I walked over to the dressing table. Getting used to walking in heels was easier than I thought. Was it muscle memory or the toe first way I walked, either way, I would adapt, I loved life too much to give up on it. Sitting down at the dressing table, I brushed my long jet black hair back and put it in a loose ponytail behind me as id done on the few occasions in the past where I had had long hair, then looked down at the array of make up on the table. Before I could reach for anything, my door was unlocked again and a pretty female soldier was let in. "Tatiana, the general told me to help you with your make up, and show you how to apply it for yourself, I'm Ona," she told me as she applied foundation to my face, then eyeshadow and eyeliner, deep red lipstick was applied to my lips, the eyeshadow made me look sultry and mysterious. This was how she had gained the attention of the general in the first place, I thought to myself as clip on earrings were clipped to my earlobes. "He said to tell you that you would have your ears pierced twice tomorrow, along with your belly button and tongue," she told me as I sat there in shock. Piercings, the only ones id ever had before was my left ear. I held back my comment and watched her work on my hair, brushing and putting the top part in a braid that ran down my neck. I knew that I could do this, I had always been a fast learner, I would adapt and survive whatever was thrown at me. After she applied perfume to my wrists, the side of my neck and between my breasts, she softly kissed me and walked out. I was amazed by my reflection, I looked sexy and sultry with my make up on. The sound of the door opening up again woke me up from my daze. The scent of fresh toast and scrambled eggs got my attention as well. A full continental style breakfast was set up on the coffee table waiting for me. As my stomach rumbled, I sat down and started on the warm toast and eggs. The eggs and toast filled me even as I tried the coffee, just what I needed to wake me up and get me ready for the coming day. My training started that very day. I was taught basic Russian at first, then more advanced. The TV in my quarters only screened Russian TV shows, to urge me to learn faster or fustrate me, I don't know. I was given books in Cyrillic that I couldn't read, but soon would be able to. The promise to pierce my ears, belly button and tongue were real, and I soon had a hoop earring hanging from each ear, and studs through the top hole. A barbell was put through my belly button and a tongue stud was put through my tongue the same day. I was constantly bombarded with Russian, I learned the words for letters, phrases, and worked up to longer sentences. I was soon speaking in a sexy Russian accent from talking in Russian so much. I learned to read Russian children's books first, then worked my way up to bigger books. I held on to my English skills as much as I could, but found it easier to read Cyrillic lettering. As I got better, I got more privileges, was allowed out onto the grounds, and was allowed to access more TV channels. I found some English ones and eagerly listened to them. Even though I kept my English skills up, I learned more and more Russian, I even began to think in Russian. My hoop earrings were replaced with 18ct yellow gold and diamond earrings during one of our walks through the base, and after answering every question he asked me on Russian history, all in fluent, accented Russian, my stud earrings were swapped for 18ct white gold and diamond earrings. My heart pounded faster as he showed them to me, they had to be worth over 15 thousand, he then leaned close to me and kissed me. Closing my eyes, I moaned softly and returned his kiss. My nipples hardened up under my bra as my mind was conflicted by the female hormones rushing through my body. His strong arms supported me and caressed down my sides to cup my firm as cheeks and lifted me up. My thighs wrapped around him, and my slender arms went around his neck as we continued to kiss. The heels of my ankle boots spurred him on as I dug them into his back. Our tongues touched and interwined as we gazed deep into each others eyes. He carried me to his own quarters and placed me on his bed, his quarters were as big as mine, but stocked with more equipment. He worked out on the base gym and had me do aerobics in another part of the gym. As I stretched and kept my trim figure, I couldn't help but watch him as he ran on one of the treadmills and lifted weights. He was fit and healthier than men a decade younger than him, and I knew it. He helped me out of my jacket and peeled my short sleeved tshirt up my slender body and dropped it on the floor. Smiling up at him, I cupped my breasts and circled around my nipples as he took in my feminine beauty. He soon had me out of my skirt and panties, then had me undress him. I felt more at ease doing this after being female for over a year now, and helped him out of his uniform jacket and unbuttoned his shirt. Kissing up his chest, I giggled softly and undid his pants to let them fall around his ankles. He kicked them off, then had me straddle him on the bed. Lining up his hardening cock with my bare pussy, he rubbed the head over my pussy lips and savored my gasp as they swelled up and glistened. He took his time, getting me worked up and eager to accept his cock inside me. I couldn't talk as the head of his cock slid past my swollen pussy lips and deep into me. Tossing my head back and forth, I cried out louder and louder in extasy. His cock throbbed deep inside me as I was guided and rode it. My pussy seemed to know exactly what to do and gripped it as I writhed and moaned in extasy. My juices coated his thick cock as he turned over, with me underneath him as he slid his cock deeper into me. My eyes glazed over as wave after wave of pleasure went through me. Something was changing deep inside me, the part that had resisted, that cried out for escape and to return to my old life. That part of me was vanishing the closer I got to my impending orgasm. Screaming and writhing underneath him, I shook and rode him as I orgasmed. His throbbing cock made it more intense as I gripped the sheets tightly in my hands. Barely 20 seconds later, he orgasmed as well, spurting his cum deep inside me, making me a complete woman. As he held me in his arms, I tried to talk, but couldn't as he softly caressed me and kissed my temples. I didn't have to worry about getting pregnant, he had me on birth control pills, even if he hadn't ordered me to take them, I still would have taken them. The thought of getting pregnant, giving birth, scared me. Women scream and curse during their deliveries with good reason. As I recovered and lay next to him, he teased my nipples and reached for something under the bed. As he gave it to me, I saw that it was a small rectangular box, inside was a silver vibrator and a pink dildo. "I want you to practise on the dildo Tatiana, practise sucking on it. The vibrator is yours as well," he told me as I picked it out of the box and imagined myself orgasming from it. I was more at ease with it now than I would have been a month ago. As he watched on, I took out the dildo and guided it into my mouth. Wrapping my lips around the head, I slid it back and forth into my mouth. It glistened with my saliva as I worked it deeper into my mouth. I bucked as it slid in deep enough to trigger my gag reflex and shook as I took it back out. "Its ok Tatiana, its new to you, but practise a lot with it, when you share my bed and wake up before me, I want you to wake me up by suckling on my cock. I may ask you to do it for certain visitors as well, do it for me," he asked me as he softly stroked my clit and elicited moans from my throat again. Sliding it into my warm mouth again, my tongue stud clicked along it. I continued to slide it back and forth into my mouth as he watched on. He watched me almost all night as I got better and better, then he had me take the real thing in his mouth. Gazing up at his face, my smouldering gaze met his as my lips slid back and forth along his throbbing shaft. I swirled my tongue around and around it as he moaned and lay back on the bed, aroused and squirming as my lips and tongue worked their magic. I felt more natural doing this the longer I did it, as I slid my lips all the way down his shaft, I felt his cock throb and spurt his thick cum into my mouth. Not daring to pull away or spit it out, I forced myself to swallow it down. It was thick and salty, but I swallowed it all down, then licked his cock clean. I woke the next morning to find myself in my own bed, a red rose on the pillow next to me and a note in Cyrillic, thanking me for last night and that he was on his way to Moscow on family business. It said to behave and not cause trouble while he was away. I smiled and giggled softly at that, then got up to have a shower. Feeling daring, I changed into a white g string, a white satin and lacy corset, thigh high stockings and matching 5in ankle boots. Styling my hair and expertly applying make up, I was waiting when my breakfast was brought in. The corporal bringing it in nearly dropped the tray as he saw me. Smiling sensuously at him, I thanked him and leaned closer to kiss him. As he walked away, I sat down knowing that he was retreating with a hard on, and started on my breakfast. I'd been having more and more traditional Russian food lately. One of them was blin, a pancake with honey and some red caviar added. Another traditional Russian food I'd had more of was seledka pod shuboi, translated, its salted herring in a fur coat, a very delicious combination of fish, beetroot, boiled egg and mayonnaise. That, coupled with domashni piroshki, homemade pies, ensured I was always full. As I enjoyed my blin and bacon strips, I crossed my long legs and read through a paper that had been left for me on the breakfast tray. It was in Cyrillic lettering, but by now, I could read it fluently as if I had always known it. It was hard to believe that I had been on this base for 14 months, it was December 2008 now. Gazing from my slender fingers to my breasts supported by my corset, I hoped that my family had moved on. I stayed in my boudoir most of that week, lounging in my lingerie and following the news on the TV and papers. I only left to walk through the base and do my aerobics in the base gym. Any soldiers that were working out or exercising watched me but never tried to take me for themselves. The exits were guarded and had a fingerprint ID pad by the doors, so even if I could slip past them, I couldn't get out. I had begun to learn Spanish the same way id learned Russian, once id learned another language, learning another one wasn't too hard. Spanish was a language I knew id use more than any other. Maybe the nanites that had given me this new body had altered my learning process, I picked things up faster than I can remember before I arrived in Russia. The day that my general came back, I was resting on his bed, wearing only a pink satin g string, matching bra and 4in pumps. Laying on my stomach, I leaned my calves back and forth as I followed his footsteps and winked up at him as he stood in the doorway. My hair was freshly washed and brushed back, and my make up was flawless as he smiled back at me and waited for me to come to him. Hopping off the bed, I walked up to him and stood up on tiptoes to kiss him. My arms wrapped around his shoulders as his wrapped around my slender waist. The constant click of my heels on the floors was a reminder of what I was, my firm breasts were pressed against his breasts as he took in my sweet scent and fondled my firm ass as well. Pulling away from him, I walked over to a side table and returned with a shot glass in each hand, filled with vodka for a toast to properly welcome him back. Handing him one glass, we toasted and skulled them, swallowing the contents in one swallow. To my credit, I didn't cough or splutter from the taste. I'd been having it semi regularly and was used to it by now. I refilled the glasses and we toasted again. I could see the happiness in his eyes as I acted and talked like any other Russian girl. Before I knew it, he had hoisted me over his shoulder and spanked me as he carried me over to the bed and dumped me on it. Laughing and protesting, he pulled me back as I tried to crawl away and pinned me underneath him. My wrists above me in one of his hands while the other softly stroked my neck and chin. "My sweet Tatiana, your truly back, now, before we proceed, a history lesson," he said as he kept me pinned underneath him. "When did Lev Trotsky die?" "1940," I answered without hesitation. "What did Khrushchev extol the most?" "Maize," I again answered correctly. "Lastly my princess, when did the Romanov dynasty end?" "In March 1917," I answered him. He then proceeded to undress and bring me to more orgasms than I could count, we didn't leave the bedroom for at least 6 hours. My endurance matched his as the air around us filled with the scent of our couplings and my musky scent. We only stirred as dinner was brought in, smoked sturgeon, potato salad, mushrooms in sour cream, goats cheese and black caviar. The latter was something I was getting a taste for. Caviar was one of Russia's top exports, right up there with AK47's and suicidal novelists. After our dishes were taken out, he then turned me over on the bed and slid his cock into me from behind. The feeling of being penetrated by his thick cock was something id come to love, at first it had scared me, made me feel submissive, now it empowered me. He treasured me and would do nearly anything for me. That was a woman's power, a power I was wielding like a pro. Not long after he returned, he took me down to the base firing range. Wearing white silk stockings, leather boots with a 2in heel, a short leather skirt, white top and a black leather jacket, I stood apart from the other soldiers in the range, all in uniform. At a signal from him, they finished up and left, giving us privacy in here. "I never got the chance to teach Tatiana to learn to shoot, I wanted to, but now I can." Taking a pistol from one of the cabinets near the firing line, he handed it to me. "This is a Browning high power, it takes 13 9mm rounds and is my own personal weapon of choice," he told me as he showed me how to load it and chamber a round. I felt even more empowered as I held a loaded pistol in my hand for the first time. The thought of using it on him or threatening him with it entered my mind for a second, then I discarded it and aimed at the target in front of me. He stood behind me and reached around to get my grip right and had me hold the butt with both hands. He then put on earplugs and tinted glasses, and put some on me as well. Flicking the safety off as he showed me that too, I squeezed the trigger and nearly dropped the gun as the recoil was stronger than I thought. "Easy Tatiana, easy, hold onto it, and squeeze the trigger, don't yank it, squeeze it. Even as I was nervous, I smiled and pulled the trigger again, my shot went through the edge of the target this time. Laughing as I was enjoying myself, I squeezed the trigger again and again, sending most of my shots into the circles on the paper target. As he took the empty pistol from me and checked it, I could feel his crotch pressing against my leather clad butt. He waited as I reloaded it, then fired again, I stood with my feet spread and held the gun tightly, before I knew it the gun was empty again. Excited and wanting more, I checked the pistol was empty, then turned around and wrapped my arms around his neck excitedly, "I want to fire something else, what else can I fire," I almost pleaded with him as he gazed down at me. "How about an AK47, I'll bet you've never fired one of them before," he asked me as he left with the pistol and returned with a well cleaned AK47. This was a dream come true, I'd seen them in so many movies but never thought id ever fire one, unless I went to Vietnam or joined the Mujehadeen. It was a simple enough weapon, I learned fast and inserted the curved clip into the assault rifle and chambered a round. He stayed behind me and had me press the butt to my shoulder. "It will kick more than the pistol, its on single shot, for now," smiling eagerly, I held the AK and squeezed the trigger. I winced as it did kick and push back on my shoulder. He tried to take it from me but I held onto it tightly. "No, I can do it, I want to," I nearly pleaded with him. "Ok Tatiana, fire again," he said as I aimed the ak at the new target and pulled the trigger. I saw the bullet hit its target, then pulled it again and again. When he saw I had the hang of it, he had me change the fire lever to semi auto, then held me as I fired off three round bursts, one after another. Before I knew it, I had emptied the magazine. "I think that's enough for now, maybe next time I'll let you fire it off at full auto outside. For now, I want to take you back to my quarters, I have a gift for you," he told me as he put the weapons back, then lead me by the hand up two levels to his room. Guiding me in and having me sit down on the bed, I automatically crossed my long legs as he took out a small red box and opened it up to show me the contents, an 18ct white gold and diamond cross pendant. I stared wide eyed at it as he let my fingers gently run over it, then took it out of the box and placed it around my slender neck. "For you my love, without you in my life, I wouldn't be where I am today," he softly told me as he kissed me, then gave me a bigger box. Unsure if the contents were more jewellery, I opened it up and gasped in happiness and shock. Inside were blocks of Cadbury chocolate and caramello koalas, Australian chocolates that I'd missed a lot out here. "Where did you get all this," I asked him as I bit into one of the caramello koalas and savored the caramel and creamy chocolate that covered it. "I have friends, as you say, I know a guy who knows a guy," he said with a smile and watched me eat. Life continued as normal for several more months. I wore more and more of the outfits hanging up in my wardrobe, completed my Spanish language lessons and was as fluent in Spanish as I was in Russian. It turned out Tatiana was a Russian orthodox, and my studies increased even more. Id never been a huge religious person, but I was fast becoming one. I got to know several of the officers posted here well and helped them with problems just as I helped my general out, how to celebrate an anniversary, what to get a wife or girlfriend back home. I even gave advice to my general in a few meetings that I was invited to. I could see second options and alternatives where the present military minds couldn't see them. One night after one particularly long meeting, he told me to pack for a trip to Moscow, he was giving a speech there for a new war memorial and wanted me to go with him. Nearly screaming in excitement at the thought of getting off the base and seeing the outside world, I lept on him and kissed him as he nearly fell backwards. Thanking and kissing him, I nearly ran to my quarters and began to pack. Several dresses and skirts, blouses, light and thicker hose for my legs, as I still wasn't allowed to wear pants of any kind. I didn't mind that though, I loved showing my legs off. Packing make up and toiletries as well, I added 4 pairs of pumps and heels. The next morning we were driven to Yekaterinburg, then boarded the trans-Siberian train to Moscow. I had never been to Moscow before, I had planned to after camping in the Urals, now I would be seeing it. I could barely sit still on the train ride in a private rail car. My general did his best by holding me on his lap and fingering my pussy, making me lean back and moan in sweet pleasure. He kept me as occupied as he could on the train ride. On arrival in Moscow, we were picked up by a limo and taken to our hotel. Only the best for General Verdikov and his niece, we were told as we were lead in, then up to our hotel room. Even though I was wearing a wool skirt, my warmest tights, felt lined boots, a long sleeved t shirt and my fav leather jacket, I caught everyone's attention. I was used to the attention that I got and swayed my hips as I walked with my general to the elevator. Even he smiled as he saw what I was doing, putting on a show for everyone watching me. After unpacking in our room, I was lifted up over his shoulder and dropped onto the bed. Laughing and squealing as he pulled me back towards him and spanked me, he undressed me and we christened the bed. I stiffled my moans and cries as best I could, but failed most of the time as he brought me to orgasm after orgasm. The next day he took me through Moscow, showing me the sights, the KGB headquarters. We were shown through by an ex KGB member. As he showed us the equipment and exhibits set up, I wondered what he had done here. I half expected to see james bond strung up and being questioned, but was sadly disappointed. Next was Lenin's mausoleum, home of the creator of communism. We were given a private showing, one of the perks of being with a visiting general I guess. He lay there under the glass, wearing an outdated suit, but looked as if he was just sleeping. It was eerie, just by looking at him, I could see how he had been able to do what he did, having some tatar blood in him had given him what he needed. Red square was next, so much history here, open air markets, huge marches and arms displays for Stalin, Khrushchev, Gorbachev, It was even in the movie the saint. With my arm around his, we walked through the city, he seemed to enjoy the fact that he had to hold me and wrap his coat around me. My thick stockings kept my legs warm enough as we walked. We ate at an upscale resturant called U Pirosmani, a new Georgian restaurant that had been open for a while now. Wearing a black cocktail dress, French cut panties, sheer hose and 3in strappy heels, I was drawn to the elaborately painted interior as we were seated. Crossing my long legs and smoothing my skirt down as I took in the interior, Yuri ordered for us. A good Georgian wine was the first to arrive, which he poured into two glasses and gave one to me. "To us, may we spend many more years together, and may your beauty grow ever more," he softly said to me before toasting. As I sipped the wine, I glanced around and asked him if I was invited to the unveiling tomorrow. "Of course, that's one reason that I took you with me, that, and I wanted to show you Moscow. I interrupted your travels, and this is one way of making it up to you. You havn't tried to escape, or fight me, I told you I wasn't a bad person. I will show you more of Russia, Kiev, the black sea, St Petersberg, even Europe. Wherever work takes me or I want to take you.," he told me as he took hold of my hand and leaned over to kiss me. His lips felt good against mine. Being kissed by a man felt like the most natural thing in the world by now. Dinner arrived within minutes, it consisted of basturma (spicy salted and smoked meat, saluguni (salted cheese), and red lobito (beans). It came with a side order of khachapuri, which I found out was a roll stuffed with cheese, and flavoured with bazha sauce. I ate everything and savored every mouthfull, we talked as we ate, he told me about where he grew up, where he had been stationed, and then asked about me, not Tatiana, Scott, the man that I had been before I woke up as the sexy temptess Tatiana. As he refilled my glass, I began to tell him about myself, the various places I had lived and travelled to, about my extended family, the values that they instilled in me. We talked for over an hour before we stood up and went back to our hotel, but not before walking alongside the Moskva river, taking in the beauty of it and the city. The next day, I had a shower and changed into the clothes that I had packed for just this occasion, a cream colored tailored jacket and skirt, white silk blouse, lingerie, white silk thigh highs and 4in heels. I was delayed in the shower when the general joined me, it was a tight fit for two in there but I think that's the point. I brushed and styled my long hair, and applied a light coat of make up while he finished his shower. When he came out, I helped him into his uniform and even helped him with his tie. I was more used to putting one on myself than helping someone else with one like this, but like men zipping up the back of a womans gown, I did the opposite for a man and did his tie up for him. Putting the strap of my bag over my shoulder, we kissed again, then he lead me out of the hotel room and downstairs to meet the car sent for us. The unveiling went well, present were politicians, other officers, family members and war veterans. As the monument was shown to everyone, we all broke out in applause, myself included. Even his speech went perfectly, and it should have, I helped him word it. We mingled and talked with everyone afterwards, with me by his side, I met a lot of people I normally would never have met. They all kissed me on both cheeks and told him how lucky he was to have such a beautiful niece, if only they knew the truth, I told myself. I met many war veterans that day. Russia respects its war veterans as much as any other country does. I had respected my own countries veterans and knew how hard they all fought. Later on that night, my general and other officers that he knew or had served with went out for drinks. I left them to it and went out with the officers wives. We went to a nightclub called Kitaisky Lyotchik Dzhao Da. It was a popular venue here in Moscow, we sat at the caf? there and talked while listening to the concert going on. I found it easier and easier to talk to them. Understanding women was on easy feat, as I was one now, I learned more and more about what makes them tick. A few days later I was back in my quarters at the Ural Base. Even though I was used to being here, being in Moscow had reminded me of what I was missing. My general sensed that all was not well for me and surprised me with a full body massage, manicure, pedicure, all designed to make me relaxed and feeling like a princess. After that, I relaxed and became my normal self. I liked to keep busy out here, I read as many books as I can, reading Cyrillic and Spanish books that were in the base library, along with others that I asked for. He wanted me happy and content here. In my own private world out here, I still read the papers and followed the news. Some of the things that I read worried me. A recent spate of bombings were going on around Russia and Europe, like the London july 7 attacks, but with more co ordination. Some civilian areas were targeted, but military bases were hit as well. No one took credit for the attacks, were they Chechen rebels, or muslim extremists, no one knew. It kept general Verdikov up, he went to more meetings, ones that I weren't invited to for security reasons. I worried for him. I felt like I was failing to keep him happy. One night after he had returned from a vidcast meeting and was watching the plasma tv screen in his room with me, he turned to me and held onto my hand. "I worry for you, even out here, if I were to send you away, somewhere far from here, away from these bombings, would you agree," he asked me as he kissed my hand and gazed into my blue eyes. "Where would you send me, I don't want to be away from you," I told him as I snuggled up next to him and wrapped my slender arms around his chest. "I know, but I fear this continent isn't safe, more bases are being targeted, I have family in New York. If I sent you there, you would be safe, would you not," he told me as he brushed his hand through my long hair and along my slender neck. "I guess I would, but, I don't want to be away from you, you need me here," I told him as real tears filled my eyes at the thought of being away from him. "I know you yearn to see the world, to interact, its your nature, I do love and treasure you, but, I want you to be safe, so I intend to fly you to New York in 3 days time. When things calm down, I will fly you back here to me, please do this, for me," he nearly pleaded with me as I meekly nodded my head. I couldn't deny him anything. That night, he carried me over his shoulder to his bed and we made passionate love, made more intense by the knowledge that we would be parted soon. Over and over we coupled and orgasmed, I held back nothing and collapsed in each others arms, my breasts heaving as he kissed and suckled on my swollen nipples. Two days later, I was packing clothes from my wardrobe into two suitcases, with a carry on bag already packed with Tatianas passport, other important documents, a purse with 2 thousand in us bills in it, and 6 thousand in a clear envelope in my bag. Funds to keep me going while I was living in New York, he said as he gave them to me. I wore my fav earrings, the 18ct ones that he had given me, as well as the matching 18ct diamond cross pendant. Changing into a knee length leather skirt, white lace and satin bra and panties, thigh high stockings, 4in patent leather ankle boots, a silk blouse and matching black leather jacket. I brushed my hair back and put part of it into small braids as id been doing lately. Applying a light coat of make up, I nearly jumped as I heard a knock at the door. It was my general, who looked in at me and smiled at the vision that I was. "You look beautiful Tatiana, this is how I want to remember you," he said as he traced a finger through my hair and softly kissed me. As two soldiers carried my cases out, he took my slender hand and lead me out of my quarters. Leading me to the two suitcases that were sitting in the middle of the hallway, he sat down on one and had me sit down on the other. I now remembered that this was a Russian tradition, to sit on their suitcases to gather their thoughts before going on a journey. With my carry on bag in my hand, he lead me to one of the many cars in the motor pool and helped me inside, then got in with me. My cases were put in the back and we were driven down the access road that led into Yekaterinburg, to get a flight to Moscow, then an Aeroflot flight from there to London, then a United Airlines flight from there to New York. All through the drive to the main airport, we held each other, I took in the scent of his aftershave while he took in the scent of my body lotion and perfume. As the car stopped outside the airport, he walked in with me while the two soldiers with us carried my suitcases. I checked in and got my boarding pass, not only for the flight to Moscow, but also for the one to London. With a visa enabling me to be in the United States for a year, I wouldn't have any problem staying. I went through the metal detectors but general Verdikov avoided that by showing him his identification. All around us people were moving, living their lives, well to do Russians and not so well to do ones. We sat down near the gate and again held each other, checking my watch, we kissed and took in each others touch. The announcement that my plane was now boarding woke us both up from our daze. "Must I go, I will miss you too much," I told him as he held him, my arms wrapped around him while my head rested on his shoulder. "It's where you will be safe my love, I have something for you, for you to keep safe for me," he told me as he took something out of a top pocket and handed it to me. As I unwrapped it, I saw that it was an ornate cross. "Its been in my family for over a hundred years, I don't want anything to happen to it, keep it safe for me, can you do that," he asked me as he kissed my forehead and ran his hands up and down along my back. "Yes I can, I will, come with me, I know you could," I pleaded with him as he stood there, every inch a military man. "Go with you, I would like nothing better than to board the plane with you, but I have a duty here, I can't avoid that, just keep that cross safe for me," he told me as he again embraced me. Real tears filled my eyes as we hugged. I would have held onto him for hours, but he pulled away from me and walked me to the gate. I somehow managed to keep my tears under control as I walked down the passageway into the plane. Stowing my carry on bag above me, I sat near the front, the first class section, which apart from being separated from the rest of the plane by a curtain, didn't look that different. Most airlines change their planes every few years. The plane I was on had to be at least 5 to 10 years old, not a first generation plane. If I was really lucky, it was a second generation one, or maybe was really unlucky and it was a third generation one. Luck was with me, the wings didn't fall off, it wasn't hijacked by suicidal terrorists, and I we didn't pancake into the ground at terminal velocity. Moscow airport was even more packed, but there was someone waiting for me when I left the plane. Dressed as a civilian, he told me he was to look after me until it was time for my Moscow-London flight to start boarding. I got to know him very well on the 3 hour wait, and he kept almost anyone from approaching me, most of the time I was glad. Some of the people that approached me needed a shower, shave, another shower, and desperately needed an image consultant. Looking and sounding like a natural born Russian, I knew that equality between the sexes has a long way to go in Russia, not complaining too much, its just the way it is. But it was here that I missed my natural accent, it would have put some off from trying to talk me into going with them. Luckily my watcher was well trained in self defence and putting bigger people in their places. After one particularly loud suiter left walking funny, everyone else seemed to get the hint and left us alone. It took a long time for 3 hours to pass, but I was glad when it came time to board my Aeroflot flight to London. I had never been to London airport before. After years of speaking nothing but Russian, I had to concentrate on speaking English. I went through immigration ok and found my way to the right gate for my next flight. Heathrow airport was busy, but clean, oh so clean. Everyone was dressed better and were a lot more polite. You have to love the English for that. Either my London watcher was late, or my general thought I would be ok on my own here, because I was on my own. I struck up several conversations while I was waiting. Several businessmen talked to me while they were waiting, I let them talk about themselves, then told them about myself, well, Tatiana anyway. Several groups of backpackers passed us by and I almost envied them. I had been one of them only 5 years ago. There was no going back, only forward. I bought several magazines and read them while I was waiting, then stood up as my United Airlines announced it was boarding. As it was taking first class passengers first, I walked up and boarded. Again, I flew first class, it was about half full as we took off for the 8 hour flight to JFK airport. As dinner was served, I took the cross out of my carry on bag and put it around my neck. Between bites, I held it in my hand and ran my fingers over the jewels on it. As I finished, my tray was taken away and I continued to gaze down at the cross. "Penny for your thoughts," a voice said to me from nowhere, which woke me from my daze. The owner was sitting not far from me, he looked to be about 30, in a well tailored suit, good looking enough. "Sorry, my mind was elsewhere," I replied as I put the cross under my blouse and sat back up. "It's ok, I've flown more times than I can count and I still nod off on these flights, I'm Chris Wincott, and you are," he asked me as he extended his hand to me. "I'm Tatiana," I told him as I took his hand in my slender one. "It's a pleasure to meet you Tatiana, its good to meet a friendly Russian here, I've been in London on business for the last 5 days, what brings you to New York," he asked me as he took in my manicured and painted nails. "My family is sending me to America for safety, the recent spate of bombings has them worried, so they're sending me to stay with my extended family until things calm down again, if ever," I told him as he released my hand and moved closer to me. "I don't know if America is any safer, but who am I to argue with them, if not for the bombings, I would never have met you, I live in New York, I'm an investment banker. I love travelling, but I miss my own bed and townhouse," he asked me as the lights began to dim so people could get some sleep on the plane. "I do agree with you, I didn't want to go, but they said it was best that I go, I can only hope that I can return home soon," I told him as I knew I should be relaxing more, here I was, away from the base, but I still acted and thought like a Russian woman, even here. "I love a woman that takes pride in her appearance, you could advance anyone's cause with you on their poster," he told me as I smiled and thanked him. "How about we meet up later on, after your settled in new york, id be happy to take you anywhere, I grew up in Brooklyn and know Brooklyn and Manhattan like the back of my hand. Coney Island, I have to show you that. Its not far from Brighton Beach, a lot of Russians live there," he told me as I accepted a glass of cold water from a flight attendant and leaned back in my seat. "You don't take no for an answer do you, or stop short of what you want," I asked him as he chuckled and reached into his pocket. "If I took no for an answer, I wouldn't be good at my job, heres my card, when you feel you can trust me, call me," he said as he gave me his car. "Very well, I will keep this close to me," I told him as I put it in my purse and asked him if I could get some rest. He moved back to his seat and settled in himself. Closing my eyes, I actually slept for most of the flight. Usually I can't sleep on planes, but first class seats are a lot more roomy and comfortable, because I slept for 5 straight hours, and only woke up when the lights came back on. I put my seat back up and my belt went back around my waist. Within 20 minutes, we had landed and were taxiing to the terminal. Being in first class, we were let out first. I smiled and thanked Chris as he gave me my carry on bag and let me go ahead of him. This was one of the perks of being female, a very good looking female at that, a lot more courtesy. My passport was fresh, and my visa was in order, so going through immigration and customs was a breeze. I knew who to look for and walked through to the arrival lounge. It was cold and as packed as Heathrow had been. Looking from face to face, I noticed a sign in Cyrillic and walked towards it. A couple in their 50's were holding it in sight and I zeroed in on them. As they saw me, they embraced me and kissed me on both cheeks. "Tatiana, your even more beautiful than Yuri said you were, I'm Dimitri, and this is Elena, my all-knowing wife," the older man said as they guided me through to pick up my cases. "Your flight was good," they asked me as we waited for my bags. "Yes it was, thank you for taking me in like this, it's a lot to ask of you," I told them as we waited. "It's our pleasure, your family, distant family, but still family. This country took us in in 1950, and we will do the same for you," they said as I saw my cases and moved through the crowd to get them. Everyone towered over me and made it difficult. But Dimitri and Elena helped me and took my cases from the carriage. "You will love it here, we consider this country our home and will show you as much as we can, this is your first trip out of Russia, yes," they asked me as I nodded my head. As Tatiana, it was my first time out of Russia, but as Scott, id been to the United States twice, that part of my life was dead, I knew that and accepted it. We took a taxi from JFK to Manhattan island, at night, it was harder to see where we were, but I recognised enough to know that I was in New York. The taxi stopped outside an apartment building in Greenwich Village and I was taken up to the 4th floor. "We live here with our daughter Sofia, she's working late behind a ticket counter at Grand Centra