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Panic switch. (part four)
Dec 28, 2009 || 11:56 PM || comment?

The dining room smelled of buckwheat pancakes and sausages. There was a large wooden table in the middle of the room, with five chairs along either side, and two at either end. Both ends were empty, but the ten other chairs were already filled, and a quiet buzz filled the air. Viktor was always the last to arrive for breakfast, but always just on time. The girls always arrived earlier, fearing he might be upset if they made him wait. It was unusual, however, that Natalia's chair was empty still. Two men from the kitchen began placing plates in front of every seat, and filling the glasses with a beverage of the girls choice. It was just then that Viktor entered the room and everyone fell silent. Viktor raised his brow.

"Why did you stop conversing? There's no sense in being so quiet on a lovely morning like this."

Another moment of silence passed before one girl tested the waters. Viktor simply smiled and nodded, and the conversation slowly grew louder. He sat at the head of the table, and requested a glass of juice. One of the kitchen chefs nodded and disappeared into the kitchen. Viktor scanned the room, without so much as batting an eye at Natalia's empty chair. He slowly stood again and shook his head.

"This seems a little unfair, don't you think?"

Conversation halted for a second time, and the girls turned their attention to Viktor.

"Those two men work so hard for us. We should give them a break, don't you think?"

The girls cast sideways glances at each other then nodded in unison.

"Come, good sirs. Take my place, and the other one at the other end. Yes, it is my pleasure. Good. Hmm."

Viktor scanned the room once more.

"Aleksandra. Would you like to accompany me in the kitchen?"

Everyone turned to look at her, whose eyes went wide. She quickly nodded and stood from her seat.

"Wonderful! And if Natalia should arrive, advise her to take Aleksandra's seat." The girls still sitting all nodded, then Viktor headed to the kitchen. Aleksandra followed, her heart pounding against her chest.

"Well, that's a shame. It seems they've already finished cooking," Viktor commented. He shuffled about the kitchen, clearly not knowing where anything was yet still managing to keep cool at the same time.

"Yes. It all smells very good. We should bring out the trays..they've already passed out the plates as well." Aleksandra swallowed hard after speaking. It took a lot of courage just to say those words.

"Is that so?"

Aleksandra nodded. Having pulled all the drawers except the one near Aleksandra, she pulled it open herself and found the forks and knives.

"Oh good. It seems they've rearranged the kitchen since I've last been in here." Aleksandra smiled at this, she knew Viktor probably never set foot in this kitchen since it had been built.

She handed some silverware to Viktor, feeling as if she might have exploded when his hand grazed hers. Flashes of the prior night's events flooded into her mind, yet her heart raced when she was near him all the same. It was obvious why all the girls chose to go with Viktor, but it wasn't quite as obvious why he chose them. Viktor took notice of Aleksandra's flushed cheeks. He set the silverware down, then walked around the counter to be next to her. She looked up into his piercing blue eyes. She wondered what he was thinking as he stared at her.

"I remember the first moment I saw you," Viktor started as he lifted a hand and brushed Aleksandra's cheek, "At the time, I was foolish enough to believe the flowers enhanced your beauty, but now I can see that it was your beauty that enhanced the flowers'." Her eyes grew wide and she began to feel a burning sensation in her chest. She hadn't realized that she had been holding her breath the moment Viktor touched her cheek. His lips were now inches away from hers, and he touched the top of her thigh. As he placed his lips lightly on hers, he ran his fingers along the outside of her thigh. A jolt of pain shot through her as he traced over where she gripped herself, causing her to pull away abruptly. Viktor looked just as shocked as her, which was almost immediately followed by the sound of something breaking. He stared at her for a moment longer before running back into the dining room, where another crash resounded. Aleksandra ran after him and stood next to him in the door way where they witnessed Natalia throwing quite the fit. There was a savage look about her, with her hair tousled and a sleeve falling down a shoulder. She looked up at Viktor's arrival, then shot a finger in his direction.

"You!" Natalia cried out. "You told this ungrateful person to sit in my chair? And make me sit there?!" She pointed first to one of the kitchen chefs, then to Aleksandra's empty chair. Viktor gave a smile that reeked of utter satisfaction.

"My sweet Natalia. You were late for breakfast, as I recall. And that ungrateful person makes all of our meals without so much as a thank you, so I thought he might enjoy being catered to for a change. Is your life so superior to his, or anyone else's for that matter, that you cannot join us in a timely manner?"

Natalia looked livid. Her lips twitched but no words came out. At a loss, she wheeled around on the back of her foot and marched right out of the dining room. One of the chefs stood to clean the mess.

"Please, stay in your seat. Yuliya, please clean the mess. Do be careful." Yuliya nodded, then rose from her seat and began picking up the broken pieces of glass. Viktor turned to Aleksandra and motioned for her to come back into the kitchen. In silence, Viktor handed the tray of pancakes to Aleksandra, and he carried the plate of sausages into the dining room. She followed him, and together they placed the food on each plate, and when they finished serving, Viktor gave a bow. The girls each said their thanks, and began eating as the pair walked back into the kitchen. Aleksandra handed Viktor her tray. After setting them on the counter, Viktor let out a long sigh.

"That Natalia. She is a fierce one. But you, Aleksandra. Did my kiss offend you so?"

The red crept back into her cheeks, and she felt ashamed. She played with the hem of her shirt, and shook her head.

"Then why did you pull away?"

"I...it wasn't meant that way. I..." Tears slowly filled her eyes, but she did not want Viktor to see her cry. She turned her leg and pointed out her foot so Viktor could get a clear view of the four half moon marks on her thigh.

"Aleksandra, who did this to you?" He bent down, and gently held her thigh with both hands. He inspected the four marks, red and swollen due to inflammation.

"Ah...I..did this to myself.." Viktor looked up at her from his bent position, and she looked away. He stood up, and gently turned her face to his.

"Why did you do this?"

"I'm sorry.." she said, a couple of tears falling that she could no longer hold back. She was too embarrassed to tell him why. Viktor didn't seem satisfied with her response, but he decided not to press the issue.

"Well. May I at least have my kiss?"

Aleksandra nodded. Viktor lifted her chin upwards, and he pressed his lips lightly against hers, giving the most tender kiss imaginable. He looked at her and smiled.

"Let's eat breakfast now."



Chatter continued in the dining room as if none of the previous events had occurred. The two chefs were also delighted, especially enjoying the fact that they were surrounded by so many pretty girls. Viktor thanked Yuliya for cleaning the mess, and she nodded. Aleksandra heard none of what was being said around her. She kept thinking about the kiss she received in the kitchen. It was her very first kiss. She contemplated the true meaning of the kiss as she studied each girl at the table. To her right was Lidiya, who smiled when she noticed Aleksandra looking. Lidiya was closest to Viktor, on his left side. Lidiya was older than herself, but she didn't know how long Lidiya had been staying with Viktor. To Aleksandra's left was Vera. She was half Russian, half Japanese. It was easy to see why Viktor was attracted to her. She had jet black hair with almond shaped eyes. She was the most exotic girl at the table. To Vera's left was Galine. Galine was the youngest. Aleksandra couldn't fathom her true age (nor did she want to ponder how old Viktor really was). To Galine's left was Anya. Anya could draw really well, and it's been said that she gave Viktor a naked drawing of herself. Across the table from Anya was Daria. Her hair was always some unnatural color and she also wore a tongue ring. Lidiya insisted that it was a very beneficial asset. To Daria's left was Yuliya, who cleaned the broken glass. She is very obedient and has been living with Viktor the longest. Faina was to Yuliya's left. She constantly compared herself to Natalia, but the two couldn't be more different than a cat and a frog. She wasn't ugly by far, but she most certainly was not Natalia. To Faina's left was Katerina. Katerina was the quietest of all the girls, and she shared a room with Apollinariya (who was to her left). Nariya, as she preferred to be called over Polina, and Katerina became very close friends, and it was rumored that they were much more than that. Nariya wasn't the most talkative of the girls either, but she could make Katerina light up. Viktor noticed this and would always spend time with them together. Viktor's tastes were horribly inconsistent, which left Aleksandra feeling confused. She picked at her food for the remainder of the meal and helped Viktor clean off the table and wash the dishes.

"You were quiet during breakfast." Viktor pointed out. Aleksandra nodded and continued wiping the dishes dry and putting them away (after searching for the proper cabinet).

"I was enjoying listening to everyone," she said, feeling it was neutral enough of a response not to warrant any more questions.

"Ah. Perhaps our kiss left you speechless?" Aleksandra nearly dropped the plate she was drying. Viktor chuckled, smiling once again with that satisfied grin.

"I can always kiss you again. Don't think you have to cherish that one."

"Well..to be honest...that was my first kiss, ever." Viktor continued to smile as Aleksandra admitted this.

"Well this makes me very pleased. Perhaps we should celebrate. Tonight we will dine together while the others stay at home. Does this sound good to you?" Aleksandra nodded, and was about to open her mouth to saying something.

"Don't worry about what to wear. We will go shopping as well." Viktor's smile was different this time, it was warm. Aleksandra felt weightless and a little uneasy.

"That sounds like a nice time."

"Good. We will leave at four, then? Enjoy the rest of your day until then." Viktor shooed Aleksandra out of the kitchen. For a dazed moment, she stood frozen in the empty dining room, then she ran into her room, slamming the door behind her. Lidiya jumped in her chair.

"What took you so long? And why'd you slam the door??" She demanded to know.

"Oh, my mind is racing!"

Aleksandra sat on her bed and sighed, and Lidiya joined her. She sat with her legs crossed, an anxious look on her face.

"Before we ate, Viktor kissed me. The first time he had his hand on my thigh where I'm hurt at, which scared me so I pulled away, but almost at the same time Natalia broke something, then we went into the dining room and Viktor scolded her then she left, then we went back into the kitchen again where we kissed again, and it felt so wonderful, then when we finished eating and we were washing the dishes, he invited me to dinner and he's going to take me shopping!"

"Aleksandra! Catch your breath!" Lidiya stared in awe. Aleksandra inhaled deeply, then exhaled.

"You're so lucky..." Lidiya admitted. "Viktor asked me out once before, but Natalia was so upset he had to cancel. He hasn't approached me again since..." Aleksandra frowned but she was still extremely excited.

"Oh, please, let me help you get ready! I'm so excited for you!" Lidiya asked. Aleksandra nodded with a smile. "Great!"

"I'll tell him that it was you that made me look so pretty."

"Oh really? Thanks!"

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