historical+fiction+story

Julia

Passion Fruit Frutto Della Passione Плоды страсти 열정이 열매를 パッションフルーツ 百香果 Fruit De La Passion

I sipped my morning coffee. The white ceramic cup was cold against my lips. The dark and rich aroma swirled around. The newspaper was on my table. I reached for the newspaper that had a shade of dark and rich black ink sinking into the yellowish embrace. The headline read, “Soviet Spy Ship Eyes Missile Tests off N.Y.” //So I see they have a head start. But not for long.// The waiter approached me. His charming chestnut eyes spoke for themselves. He asked me, “Is there something I can get you?” I answer politely, “Yes, may I have a slice of cheesecake?” He nodded and walked away. When he returned with my food he settled it next to me and asked, “What do you think of the cold war between Russia and America?” I laughed and replied, “Should we not discuss the matters of politics here? I’m just trying to enjoy my day like you are.” He smiled and walked away to serve another customer. //We’ll see about that. Is America stronger or Russia? In time the answer will be right before our eyes and we will also get to see the darkest side of our countries.// I left four dollar bills on the table and picked up my coat and wore it. On the way out I dropped my newspaper into the garbage can and threw a wink at the waiter, who was looking my way. I pushed open the heavy doors and walked out. //This is just the beginning.//

Everything looked gloomy and dark. Perhaps, it is the Cold War effect or maybe it was just me. The trees looked like it was going to die soon despite its colorful leaves. The sun shinned but I wasn’t warm. I quickly walked over to the headquarters to meet up with Mart and Maxim. Mart was going to send Maxim and I to Russia to get information from Dimitri. Dimitri is a powerful official in the Russian government. But he will not be somebody too easy to get around. I knocked on Mart’s light wood colored door. He bellowed, “Come in.” I walked in and closed the door behind me. Mart began, “You’ll be going with Maxim to Russia tonight. There will a Masquerade. Dimitri will be there. Maxim will be your brother in this case. You have to somehow get close and develop a relationship in which will help you get the information you need. The skill you may use as an excuse to work under him is computer hacking. Other spies might be there to get what we need before us. So we must be quicker and faster. Be careful and I wish you good luck.” //Masquerade? Other spies? Dimitri? This is all too much. Can I even do this? Will I blow up my cover? What happens when Dimitri finds out who I am?// I decided to keep my comments to myself but asked, “Thank you, but can I keep my first name?” Mart hesitated, “Yes, but leave out your last name.” I nodded and walked out.

Maxim was outside the door and when I walked out he burst into laughter. He questioned, “You, and a Masquerade dance?” I slapped his arm and asked, “Is there something wrong with that, Maxim?” Maxim laughed and replied, “No, absolutely nothing at all.” I hesitated, “But, I don’t have a dress.” He laughed even more but then replied, “You do have one. That black one.” I looked away and Maxim told me softly, “Sorry.” I answered, “Its okay, I will get the dress and pack my stuff now. I’ll see you at 8:00 tomorrow at my place.”

I walked away and headed back to my house. I entered through the hidden garden path, which was covered with little shrubs, flowers, trees, and countless plants. Between two old overcastting trees there was my swing. The swing Keenan made. Two summers ago he made me this swing. It didn’t seem so far away or so long ago. I can still see him knotting the rope into the smooth wooden board and tying the ropes to the aging trees. Suddenly, it feels like I am still there with him. I see myself taking out two markers and handing one to Keenan. I started drawing on the wooden seat and laughing. All I hear is Keenan’s laugh. So enlightening, so musical, so soothing. I walked over to the swing and sat down. I pushed myself for a couple of rounds and let the swing slow down. I got up when it stopped moving completely. I walked into the house and called out, “Lora, I’m home.” I ran up the stairs to my room and pulled out that dress. It was surprisingly clean and dust free. I haven’t touched it since 2 years. I glided my fingers over the smooth fabric. Keenan automatically popped into my head again. //Why did you leave me? You left without a goodbye. Didn’t I at least deserve to hear your last words and feel your lips on my skin before we would end? Do you remember how we met? It was because of this dress. Please do not forget me.// I wrapped the dress into a plastic package and walked down to the kitchen. I poured a glass of water and sat on the snow white marble countertop. Maxim walked in and asked, “Can you use your mask?” I replied, “The black one?” He nodded so I nodded. He then presented me with two boxes. The smaller one was in a shade of yellow and the bigger box was a pink hue. Maxim opened the bigger one. Inside was a pair of white peep toe heels. The second box, he handed over so I could open it. It was a hairpin. A hairpin I thought I threw away. It was in the shape of a violet. Clear crystals were used as the outline and the inside was encrusted with bigger crystals. The center of the pin was held a small white pearl. I asked Maxim, “Why is it here?” He answered, “We kept it.” He patted my shoulder and told me, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

After Maxim left I walked back to my room to find my mask. I lifted the lid from the green box and took out the mask. It was exactly the same as I remembered. The dark night blue color and the careful muted black carvings all around it sparkled. On the left side there were black spiraling soft and bendable wires that created curved lines and formed to be like a side of a butterfly’s wing. Keenan surprised me with this mask. When we went to Venice I found this mask. I loved it but it was reserved and the shop only carried one mask of a kind. But Keenan somehow bought it and gave me it. The hairpin that Maxim bought over was also bought by Keenan. The hairpin at first did not have the pearl, but we went oyster hunting in the sea and we found a pearl in one of the oysters. So we used the pearl as the center of the pin. I threw away the pin because the day he left this world I was wearing it. He told me that today was a special day and he wanted to see me wearing it. But he let me go and left me. All this preparing for the dance reminds me of Keenan. Too much, I’ll say. I tried to stop thinking and started packing my belongings into a brown duffel bag. After packing and showering I tried to rest. But I couldn’t all the memories with Keenan rushed back to me. One time Keenan and I were at a carnival and we were shooting balloons. I showed Keenan my shooting skills and I told the old man in charge of the booth, “beginner’s luck.” Keenan started to laugh and the old man seemed very confused. Thinking about this makes me want to laugh. Sometimes I would think that during the cold war I shouldn’t think too much about Keenan but other times I want to die, living without Keenan is pointless. //Why did I meet Keenan? He is too good for me. I don’t deserve this pain. Why did god give me Keenan and the best time of my life and then took it away without warning? Either you give it to me or don’t give it to me at all. Doesn’t god love to do this? If only Keenan didn’t know me. Maybe everything would be different. He would marry a wonderful girl and they would have kids and live happily ever after.//

I slid into a white tee and a pair of Capri’s. I changed to my black flats. I took my duffel bag, dress, the mask, and the two boxes from Maxim and brought it down to the living room. I dropped it on the soft white couch and fixed myself a cup of coffee. Lora called out, “Aislinn, Maxim is here.” I echoed back, “I’m in the kitchen.” Maxim came into the kitchen and sat on the marble countertop next to me. I asked him, “Coffee?” He nodded so I got up and started to make some for him. He asked me while the coffee was grinding, “Ready?” I handed him his drink and ignored his question. Maxim informed me, “I went to Mart’s before. He said that a villa will be to our use and call him if anything goes wrong.” I laughed and responded with, “As always.”

Maxim picked up my stuff and waved me over to the car. We got to the airport and we got settled into the plane soon. When we got out of the plane Maxim bought me to the villa. He told me to get ready. The party was going to start in an hour. I went to a random room and allowed the black embrace crawl over my skin. The dress was something I’ll never forget. How the smooth fabric runs over my skin. How it fans out a bit at the bottom of the dress. How it featured the shoulders from being a strapless beauty. The dress was especially made so I could lock something into place with a band at the thigh. I slid a dagger into place and wore the heels Maxim gave. I pinned up my hair with the hairpin that Keenan gave and finally glided the mask onto my face. It covered half of my face as I noticed from the mirror reflection. //Everything I am today is from Keenan.// I closed the door and walked toward Maxim. I exclaimed, “I’m ready.” He turned in circles to inspect me. Lastly he said, “Surprising.” I slapped his arm and asked, “Do you have the invitation?” Maxim handed me an envelope and started, “This is a party from a friend of Dimitri’s. Somehow get his attention. You have to be careful because I will not be going. A car is outside it will bring you there.”

I nodded and took the envelope. I walked out and got into the car. The driver drove me to another villa looking place. Except this one was much much bigger. I got out and noticed the villa was surrounded by guards and each was armed. They patrolled slowly and were steady eyeing at everyone entering the grand doors. The villa had grass and tress around it, creating an oasis feel. I handed the invitation to the man guarding the entrance. He inspected me again and then nodded. I walked in. The room was like a dance floor in islands style with two parting sides for sitting, talking, and eating. This room was extensively large. The lights were dimly lit. I scanned across the room. A lot of people were already here and they were all looking at me, apparently. Men were in suits and disguised masks. Women were in dresses and colorful face hiding masks. There was a slight trace of music. I tried to find Dimitri but I found somebody else. Even though he is under a mask I knew it is somebody familiar. //The waiter from the café. Why is he here?//

Next to him there was Dimitri. He was exactly like what I saw from the screen of Mart’s computer. The mask did not do a good job of hiding his features if that was what he wanted to do. His slightly curled brown hair was glistening from the light. His murky green eyes shined. A waiter next to me interpreted me before I could analyze some more. His platter he held knocked my hairpin and it fell onto the floor and slid toward the direction of Dimitri and the waiter. My ebony black hair fell down my back midway. I heard gasps and whispers. The waiter suddenly apologized and ran quickly to get a cloth to wipe away some spilled liquid on the floor. I walked toward Dimitri’s direction to retrieve my pin. But, both Dimitri and the waiter were walking toward my pin. Out of nowhere this other man picked up my pin. He walked over and handed the pin to me. I whispered, “Thank you.” He nodded and paused for a second. He extended his arm out and asked, “May I?” I pinned my hair again and placed my hand on his. He led me to the dance floor. I wrapped my arms around is neck and he wrapped his arms around my waist. We danced for a song and I excused myself. I took a glass of champagne from the table and tried to see where Dimitri was. He was dancing with another girl and the waiter was sitting and talking with another man. Behind me someone tapped me. I turned around to see the waiter. He asked, “May I?” I nodded and we went to the dance floor again. While we were dancing he exclaimed, “I know who you are. Do you remember me?” I remained silent and tried to picture myself again. I thought I looked pretty disguised. He added, “By the way, your hair smells like passion fruits.”

When the dance was over Dimitri came over. He gave me his hand. I took it and walked toward him. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he locked his arms to my waist. He asked me, “Your name?” I answered, “Aislinn.” I asked him a second later, “And you?” He whispered as if he was telling me a secret, “Dimitri.” I pretended as if I didn’t know who the hell he was. When the dance was over he told me, “You look beautiful, but I’m sure you heard it many times before.” I laughed and responded, “Thank you, but actually no I never heard it too much before and not once tonight.” He laughed and asked, “Where are you from? I never seen you before but I’m sure you’re somebody I would want to know.” I answered, “I’m from Canada, but I’m a mix. And why would you say that you would want to know me? He responded with, “Well, you’re at this party aren’t you and you have to be certainly somebody to be here right?” I laughed and told him, “If you wanted to know me, you would find out yourself. That shouldn’t be too hard as you said, you are here at this party as well. I’m sure if you wanted to know me you will find out in a matter of minutes. But make sure you remember what I even look like. Under this mask it will make things harder. ” He hesitated and echoed, “Aislinn, right?” I walked away and headed out the door. //Tonight was pretty successful. I surely got his attention. He is always used to getting his way, and no I did exactly the opposite.// My car was outside and I got in. Before I got in I saw Dimitri outside the entrance looking my way. I smiled and mouthed, “Catch me if you can.” As I closed the doors I heard his laughter. //As I assumed he is defiantly finding me.//

When I got back to the villa Maxim asked me, “Successful?” I replied, “Yes, very.” Maxim teased, “Did I tell you look great tonight?” I laughed and said, “You’re not the only one who told me that tonight.” Maxim added, “There’s 6 rooms and I took one so pick your own.” I told Maxim, “Make sure everything in profile about us is right. Dimitri will find me and want to know everything about me. I told him I’m from Canada so remember that.” I ran up the stairs and took the room closest to the stairs. I took my belongings and dumped it onto the floor. I took off my pin, mask, dress, and shoes as if taking them off would change who I am or who I was. I suddenly felt so bare and empty to the core. Dimitri asked Keenan, “So I’ll see you in 3 days at my office?” Keenan smiled and replied, “Of course.” Dimitri walked over to one of his employees and told him, “Rem, Find that girl, her name is Aislinn. I need to know why she is here today, where she is from, what is her profession, her past, her age, where she lives, and every other thing by tomorrow morning.” In the morning Dimitri was making coffee but was interrupted by Rem. Rem handed Dimitri a file. Dimitri flipped it and saw a picture of Aislinn. Her long midnight black hair was something indescribable. Her deep big chestnut colored eyes shined. She was pale making her hair striking against her complexion. The mask from yesterday did not hide her beauty. The information gathered about her allowed Dimitri to know everything he wanted to know. She got invited because of her computer skills. Some people wanted to get her to work for them. She is from Canada. Her mom is Chinese and her dad is English. Her parents died when she was 17, but left her a handsome amount of property and money. She has an older brother, Maxim. She recently quit her job working as the head of the computer department in the biggest corporation in Canada. She came to Russia for a visit and she is living in a villa near by with her brother. She’s 23 right now. She graduated from Yale and took special courses for technology and computers. She’s has a PhD degree in computer science at age 22. Very surprising and interesting at the same time. Dimitri told Rem, “Send Aislinn an invitation to my place this afternoon.” Rem replied quickly, “Yes, right away.”

I changed into a loose light yellow tee and a pair of white shorts. I walked down the stairs to find Maxim in the kitchen. He handed me a glass of water and told me, “You are right, Dimitri found you and sent you an invitation to his place.” I asked sarcastically, “Isn’t that wonderful?” Maxim laughed and whispered, “I wish you good luck. Be sure he doesn’t eat you for lunch.” He handed me another envelope. I opened it and read it. It said to meet him at 12:00 later for lunch at his villa. I hesitated, “I don’t have to go, you know.” Maxim smiled and added, “Of course you don’t. You are //Aislinn//.” I told Maxim, “Send somebody to tell him, I will not be going. I’m going out for a walk. Bye.” Maxim waved and I walked out the door. I walked around the neighborhood and found a café. I seated myself to the outdoor tables. I ordered a cup of coffee. When I turned around I saw the waiter again. He sat across from me. He walked over and took the seat next to me. He extended his hand and said, “Keenan.” I hesitated, “Keenan?” He answered, “Yes, Keenan, something wrong?” I answered softly, “No.” I asked, “Why are you here? Aren’t you a waiter in the U.S?” He responded, “Well, you’re here. Why can’t I be here? Waiters can’t come to Russia?” I shook my head, and responded, “I see, you simply are not what you seem.” He laughed and answered, “Why are you who you seem? Because I don’t think so either.” I sipped my coffee quietly. Very naturally, my right hand glided over to my left hand. I traced the tattoo on my middle finger. Keenan made this tattoo for me. It was ring with “love you” on it. He told me that day, “Now you can’t take it off.”

Keenan interrupted my train of thought with, “What’s that tattoo? I never saw it before.” I asked him, “This tattoo?” He nodded and added, “Why, is there more I don’t see?” I murmured, “Someone made it for me a long time ago.” He continued to ask, “What is the tattoo?” I answered, “It’s a ring.” Keenan pondered, “Why a ring?” I hesitated to answer but said, “Because a ring means everything.” Keenan asked again, “Who made it?” I frowned and replied, “Somebody.” Keenan laughed and questioned, “Lover?” This set my anger on fire. I stood up and slapped him coldly. I walked away and heard him shout, “Sorry.” I started running, running like I would as if my cover blew. A year has passed, I thought I looked strong, I thought I was stronger. But I am not. If I was strong I would not slap him. If I was strong I would not leave. If I was strong I would not run away. If I was strong I would be able to handle this. If I was strong I would face the facts and the tragic. When I got back to the villa I found Maxim flipping through a magazine. I asked him, “Did you tell Dimitri?” He looked up and told me, “I did, but he said he’ll wait.” I questioned, “Wait? Where is he?” Maxim pointed to the dining room and said, “He’s here.” I turned around and saw Dimitri. Dimitri exclaimed, “I’m here. Aren’t you surprised?” I stared at him, deep into the heart of his sea green eyes. He looked back at my eyes and added, “You look even more beautiful with your mask off.” I echoed into the expansive room, “Thank you, but that has nothing to do with you.” His laughter bounced around the yellow room and responded, “Straight forward, Aislinn. But my reason to come here is to ask is you would come over and help me with computers. Your computer hacking has reached to my ear and I would like to keep you by my side. You can help me with a lot. I even came here myself to show my efforts. Would you come and help me, Ms. Aislinn?” I answered him, “I would Mr. Dimitri if you could figure something out.” He quickly asked, “Figure out what?” I knew this was stupid but I asked him, “What do you think I see the French word, “Histoire” as?” Dimitri answered a couple seconds later, “Story.” I paused and told him, “I’ll see you tomorrow at your office.” Dimitri let out a laugh and whispered, “I caught you.” He headed out the door. Several minutes after Dimitri left Maxim started laughing hysterically. Maxim mimicked, “I caught you. He has already fallen for you and your tricks.”

//Was this even a good thing? Sure, I got his attention, but who know what will happen the next day, the next hour, the next minute, or even the next second? When Keenan was still here I took time as my advantage. And now, where am I? Here I am regretting everything I done. Regretting that Keenan knew me. How life would be so sweet for him without me. I never thought I’ll wake up one morning seeing that Keenan is not there beside me. I guessed wrong and he’s not here anymore.// Maxim called my name to get my attention back, “Aislinn, are you okay?” I nodded and tried to smile. I told Maxim, “I’m going to be in my room.” When I got to my room I picked up a blue thin sketching pencil and my sketchpad. I closed my eyes. I try to think of Keenan. It wasn’t hard. Maybe because he’s all I think about recently. I started to draw his eyes. His caramel eyes, his extremely long lashes, his mind blowing smile with a dimple, his chestnut hair, his thin lips, his features were all coming back to me. How could anyone forget him? When I was finished I wrote my name and date on the bottom left corner of the sheet. I ripped it out of the sketchpad and put the drawing on my desk. My hands glided over the sheet once more, as if he could come alive and out of the paper if I touched it. I was even silly enough to kiss his cheeks on the drawing. It felt like it was him, like I was really kissing his soft cheeks. Perhaps, I am hallucinating. But if hallucinating could bring me closer to Keenan I would hallucinate like it was the best thing I ever did in my life. //Why did god take away the only person I was living for? Why would god take away his love from me? Why did he leave me here, so I could suffer, so I could die of pain and from missing a person too much? No one understands what his departure did to me. I don’t even understand it. It’s like a hole in my heart. It’s a big and deep hole that can’t be filled up with anything. Like the Bermuda triangle. Everything that comes near it will just disappear as if it never came before. Can you die from loving and missing someone too much? Because I think I am on the road of this path.//

I picked up a white wrap cardigan and slid my arms into it. I walked out of my room and called out to Maxim while walking down the stairs, “I’m going out for a walk.” I closed the entrance doors behind me and started heading out. It was getting darker and I really had no clue were I was going at all. I walked slowly looking at every tree I came across. How the barks created pools of cravings and how the leaves look muted by the darkness that was closing in to the day. When I counted to the twenty second tree I realized somebody was next to me. He spoke softly, “I’m sorry.” I tried to think of who would apologize to me and finally figured out it was the waiter apologizing about the café incident. I responded, “No need to be sorry, I should be sorry I slapped you and was unreasonable. I was overreacting and illogical.” //Is this really my answer or am I faking it I like fake every other thing in my life? Am I sincerely apologizing for that slap or do I think he deserves it?// He started speaking again, “Anyway, I’m really sorry about today.” I stopped walking and turned to face him, “It’s really okay. I am fine and like I said I should be the one apologizing not the other way around.” Keenan asked me, “Do you want to talk about it?” I hesitated but I actually said something I never thought I would, “Yes, yes I do.” We continued walking and I started my story, “I met this guy when I was 18, a year after my parent’s death. His name was Keenan, just like your name, which was why I was surprised to hear you introduce yourself as Keenan. Very little people share this name. But anyway, he was a year older then me. We met a party and I was wearing that dress you saw me in a day ago. We became friends and started dating eventually. We went to college together. When we were dating he learned how to make tattoos and made me a ring tattoo with “love you “on it. We shared many precious memories for five years. When I was 22, a year ago he was killed. He died for something he shouldn’t of. His death was somewhat related to me, because of me he died innocently.” Keenan listened patiently and finally told me, “I’m so sorry I didn’t know the story behind your ring and provoked you like that.” I tired to laugh it off and replied with, “You didn’t know, which is also the reason why I don’t blame you is. Besides I do think I was overreacting before.” Keenan smiled and his smile was truly beautiful. He added, “I’ll walk you home, it’s late.” I nodded and we turned around heading back to the villa. When I got to the entrance he said goodbye as I echoed into the night, thank you. I walked into the house and Maxim greeted me with, “Aislinn, tsk, tsk, tsk. You’re double playing.” I answered to his assumption, “No, I’m not and I am not committed to anyone right now anyway. Good night now, Maxim” Maxim laughed as I walked up the stairs. Sometimes life is like walking around in circles. I tired not to think too much and get some rest for tomorrow.

In the morning I showered quickly and changed into a loose white tee and a pair of black cargo Capri’s and slipped fifteen dollar bills into the side pocket and a dagger in the other. I wore a pair of white flats. I let my hair fall down my back midway. I ran down the stars and pour myself a cup of water. I had a slice of toast and went out. I walked to Dimitri’s office being that it was close by. Today seemed extra bright, extra sunny, and extra warm. I walked into the tallest building and asked the man behind the desk, “Excuse me, do you know where Dimitri’s office is?” The man responded, “Sir Dimitri? The whole building is his, which floor are you looking for?” //Should have expected, he is after all very rich and very important. Why would I expect only one floor?// I responded, “Thank You, I’ll figure out myself.” I walked up the stairs and tried out the first floor. I knocked on the door and a man in a suit came to open the door. He looked at me form head to toe and asked, “Who are you looking for?” I answered, “Dimitri, do you know where he is?” The man laughed and replied, “Tons of people come looking for the boss, and you’re just one of them. What makes you think he will see you? He doesn’t have time to entertain people like you. He’s not somebody that you see whenever you want.” I laughed and nodded. I told him, “I think you made a mistake your //boss// is the one who wants to see me not that I want to see him. Tell him bye for me? ” I turned around and started walking down the stairs. Suddenly there was a voice that started to rise up. It sounded like someone was yelling, but it didn’t matter to me anyway. Right before I went out the door somebody called out, “Hold on.” I turned around and saw another man in another suit, but he was not the man I just spoke with. This guy here looked more sincere. He walked toward me and said, “Hi, I’m Rem. Miss. Aislinn, sorry about that before. My boss is waiting for you.” I asked him, “Even you know my name?” He nodded and told me again, “Please come this way, my boss is waiting.” I responded, “Can you tell him for me that I actually have something to do right now and can’t come? Thank you.” I continued walking out the door and heard a new voice that asked, “Do you need a ride?” I stopped walking and the voice walked up to me. It was Dimitri. I turned to face him and he asked, “What’s the hurry? Do you need me to help?” I laughed and replied, “I dare not disturb such busy people like you, but thank you for offering.” Dimitri laughed this time and told me, “Do you know you are certainly very interesting?” I smiled and he asked, “What can I do to make up that poor first office impression?” I replied, “No need, I understand that people with power speak like that. It’s just an old habit. I’m used to it.” He began, “Not only are you interesting but very rebellious and brave.” I questioned, “Rebellious? Brave? You mean I oppose you like nobody does? Like how, everyone follows your orders and are so excited to pamper you while I do exactly the opposite? The guy who called me back gasped like I did something horrible. Perhaps I did. Dimitri stated, “The more you provoke me the more I’m interested.” I added, “You’re a busy man go conduct your meetings, sign your contracts, and give your orders. You simply have no time for commoners like me.” I walked out and tried not to laugh. I’m pretty sure no one has dared to speak to him like that. He must be surprised and perhaps confused at the same time. This is like a small game of tricks.

Dimitri asked Rem after Aislinn left, “What happened, what made Aislinn leave?” Rem answered, “There was an employee that gave a whole speech to Miss. Aislinn that you are busy and can’t attend to people like her, when she came here to look for you.” Dimitri sighed and exclaimed, “Who does he think he is? Now, look Aislinn left.” Rem replied, “Miss. Aislinn shouldn’t be too upset. I think everything will be fine by tomorrow.” Dimitri laughed and added, “Aislinn is very special, no matter what I will have her back.”

I walked slowly back to the villa, since I had nothing to do anymore. I turned around and walked to the café I went to yesterday. I wanted to see if I would catch Keenan there. It was stupid to do that but I still wanted to see him. I looked around the café but I didn’t see him. The waiter interrupted me with, “Can I help you, Miss?” I shook and head and apologized. I walked to villa and closed the doors. Maxim asked me as I came in, “Back so early?” I told him, “Let’s not talk about that.” Maxim responded, “Okay, so let’s talk about other things. Some insiders reported that we should be expecting the soviet launching people to orbit space.” I sighed and added on, “Well can’t do anything about that, since its gong to happen but we have time. When time is right and our fruit is ripe we will gather their information and report it back.” I wonder how Dimitri’s face would look like when that day happens. Will he still think I’m worth keeping by his side? But anyway, when he realizes it will be too late and there would be no turning around. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. I went to open it, I saw a women in her mid thirties with a pink an apron on. She smiles and asked, “Is this Miss. Aislinn?” I smiled back and answered, “Yes.” The women told me, “This is for you.” She handed me a bouquet of pink Camellias. I thanked her and went back into the house. I checked the card stuck in between the flowers. It read, “Sorry, Dimitri.” I started to un wrap the flowers from the package and placed it into a vase. I filled it up with water half way. The door bell rang again it was the same lady. She said hello and handed me a box. I thanked her and walked back in. I sat down and opened the box carefully. Inside there was a decorated crystal jar. It had a purple ribbon tie to the lid. Inside there were passion fruits. On the lid attached a note with, “Feel better, from-Your hair smells like passion fruits.” Maxim walked over and stared at the Camellias. He asked, “From?” I answered him, “Dimitri.” He turned his attention to the jar of passion fruits I was holding and questioned, “From?” I answered again, “A friend.” Maxim asked, “So early for flowers.” I laughed and added, “I agree.” Maxim asked again, “What’s that?” I replied with, “Passion fruits.” I walked to the kitchen and sliced the fruit. I moved the sliced fruits on to a plate and offered some to Maxim. He echoed, “It’s really sweet. I prefer the fruits over the Camellias.” I told him, “I like the fruits too.” I carefully washed the jar clean and placed it on my desk. //Thank you, Keenan. Thank you so much for your thoughtfulness.//

In the morning I changed into a loose white tee and a black pencil skirt. I kept my hair down. I walked down the curved stairs and found Maxim sitting on the table reading the newspaper. He threw the newspaper to me. I caught it and read the headlines. “Soviet Major Yuri Gagarin becomes the first man to orbit in space.” I told Maxim, “I guess you were right. But not that it really matters, the nuclear weapons is what that matters, and I’ll make sure we get that first.” Maxim nodded and smiled. There was a knock. I walked over to open the door. When I opened it surprising enough I saw Dimitri. He smiled as I said, “Good morning.” He asked, “Will you and meet your staff with me today?” I answered, “Yes, I will, and thank you for the Camellias.” He exclaimed, “Then lets go, my car is outside.” I echoed bye and headed out with Dimitri. The driver opened the door for us and said, “Good morning Sir, good morning Miss.” I smiled and told him, “Good Morning and please call me Aislinn.” In the car Dimitri began, “Let’s have lunch together to celebrate your first day of work.” I asked, “Is that how you talk to everyone, by commanding not asking?” He laughed and added, “My apologies Aislinn, will you mind having lunch with me today?” I smiled and replied, “No I don’t mind.” When we got to the office the driver came over to open the door again. When we walked in all the people inside stopped and told Dimitri good morning. //As always, getting all the proper respect and gestures.// He led me to the 5th floor. He introduced me, “Everyone this is Aislinn. She will be the head of the computer department.” I followed, “Hi, I’m Aislinn. It will be a pleasure to work with you all.” All the employees clapped and introduced themselves. Dimitri led me to my office and closed the door. The room was quite beautiful. There was a big window and a big black chair that looked very soft. There was a very new computer model and 2 filing cabinets. On my desk there was a flower pot with 3 white peonies in it. I turned around to face him and said, “Peonies are wonderful.” He replied, “I’ll come for you at lunch.” He left and I sat down. //First step, successful.// There was a knock on my door. I called out, “Come in.” I saw Keenan. Keenan asked, “What are you doing here?” I asked him, “What are you doing here?” He answered, “I’m in charge of their weapons. I’m a specialist in bombs.” I laughed and responded, “I’m in charge of their computers. I specialize in hacking and restoring.” Keenan laughed, “What a coincidence.” I replied, “Yes, a coincidence indeed. Thank you for the passion fruits.” He responded, “No problem. You want to have lunch with me later?” I hesitated, “Yea, you want to join Dimitri and me? I told him I would eat with him. I am going to invite other employees too.” Keenan answered, “Yea, okay. I’ll see you then.” When lunch came Dimitri walked over to me and asked, “Are you ready?” I responded smiling, “I’m ready but I’m not sure about the others.” He asked, “The others?” I answered, “Ohh, I forgot to tell you, I invited the employees outside and Keenan too. Do you mind?” He replied, “No, I don’t mind. It’s okay.” I smiled and thanked him. We all headed out, while walking out Keenan came out of the door. He asked, “Are you ready?” I responded, “We are all.” Keenan smiled at Dimitri and asked, “Where do you want to eat?” Keenan answered, “It doesn’t matter.” Dimitri asked me next, “What do you want to eat?” I shrugged and continued talking to Sonia, a new friend. Dimitri decided and they all started walking to the restaurant near by. They had a quick lunch and headed back to the office.

Dimitri laughed when he got back to the office with Rem. Dimitri asked Rem, “Isn’t Aislinn very interesting?” Rem answered, “Yes, she is very interesting indeed.” Dimitri added, “But, she is not like any other girl.” Rem responded, “She is not like most girls. She doesn’t need money for one thing and yet she is so smart. She‘s rebellious towards you in a way.” Dimitri laughed and replied, “That makes her Aislinn.”

I looked at my white ceramic watch and it read 5:00. //Time to leave.// I closed the lights on my room and headed out. Dimitri approached me and asked, “Will you have dinner with me since our lunch was crowded with people?” I smiled and replied, “Dinner? How about at my place?” Dimitri nodded and smiled affectingly. We walked back to my villa. Dimitri called Rem and asked, “Rem, can you bring a bottle of red wine to Aislinn’s villa now?” I told Dimitri as we were walking into the house, “I’ll cook. What do you want to eat?” He responded, “Anything is fine.” I walked into the kitchen and started cooking some spaghetti. While the spaghetti was boiling I sliced some eggplants and sautéed them. I took out the garlic bread that was on the counter and placed it onto a plate. I heated the Vodka sauce and poured it onto the spaghetti. I took out some left over cheese ravioli and heated it up. I started making a light vanilla cake and a soufflé. When the food was settled on the table I ran up the stairs and changed into a light green V- neck tee, a white cardigan, and a pair of soft black capris. I called Dimitri who was lounging on the brown sofa reading the newspaper and Maxim who was in his room. I heard a knock and went to open the door. It was Rem. Rem handed me the red wine and left. I thanked Rem and started walking back. I thanked Dimitri when I got inside. When we were all seated I introduced Dimitri to Maxim, “This is my brother, Maxim and this is Dimitri.” They shook hands and exchanged a few words. Dimitri started, “You know how to cook? How very surprising.” I laughed and replied, “Of course, if I’m not cooking who will?” We all started eating and Dimitri complemented my work, “I like the spaghetti and the eggplants.” When the dinner was done I took out the soufflé and the cake. We each had a slice of cake and a portion of the soufflé. When the food was finished we moved to the living room and played a game of cards and pool upstairs in the game room. Dimitri told me, “Thank you, tonight was very nice. I’ll see you tomorrow.” When he left Maxim came over and exclaimed, “Very successful, I see.” I laughed and responded, “It only been a couple of days. But, hopefully the things we need will be reached quickly.” Maxim nodded and claimed, “I didn’t know you knew how to cook.” I grinned and went up to my room. I brushed my teeth furiously and sat on my bed. I closed my eyes, thinking about the time I cooked for Keenan. The memories and the setting were naturally coming back. I remember how I was cooking some spaghetti for him and he was laughing at me and splashing water at me. His words lingered in my head, the way he said my name, the way he did absolutely anything. I smiled and tried not to think too much.

In the morning I changed into a light pink tank top, a back swing cardigan, a pair of denim capris and a pair of white flats. I brought my memory stick incase I would be successful in finding any information through the computer today. I walked to the offices and into my room. Nobody was here yet, which made it perfect for me to work things out without anyone’s’ attention. I browsed the computer files looking for anything suspicious and found a file that was hidden but was protected by a lock. That lock wasn’t any kind of lock, but it was the most protective lock I ever seen or heard of. No one could hack in. the only possible way would be to get the password. If somebody tried the wrong password or tired to hack it, once the computer recognizes it as the wrong password all the files would automatically delete itself. Not only was it a hidden file with a password but it was a folder inside a folder inside a folder. The folder names didn’t suggest anything but yet it was inside one of the folders. //This must be the files from the government. But it is protected by a password. I need to find the password. Dimitri is probably the only one with the password.// I closed the files and made sure no one was looking around. I cleared the computer’s history and continued the rest of the day doing my work until Keenan came to my room. He asked, “Lunch?” I smiled and nodded. He brought me to a café near by. The coffee smelled so good I smelled it before arriving. The café had outdoor tables at the balcony and were decorated with plants, trees, and flowers. The dark and rich aroma lured me right away. Keenan asked, “The coffee smells so nice, right?” I replied, “Yes, it does smell wonderful.” I had a sandwich and a cup of fruits. Keenan had a sandwich and a slice of cake. We both had a cup of coffee. We walked back slowly to the office enjoying the scenery and the lush green plants at the sidewalks. Neither of us said anything so there was silence, but yet it seemed perfect. Like silence was the key to happiness. Everything was so peaceful and quiet. So quiet if you closed your eyes you would think you were at a beach in an isolated island far far away. When it was time to leave I packed up my stuff and walked back to the villa. When Maxim and I finished dinner I went back to my room to brainstorm some ideas on how to get the password. I hugged my knees to my chest. //He should have the passwords written somewhere or have it in his own personal computer. But his computer should be at his home. If somehow I could get into his house and look in to his computer I would have the password.//

When it was 5:00, Dimitri came in and asked, “Do you want to have dinner with me? There’s a new restaurant that hired a pretty good band to play music as well.” I went with him. We had a dance after dinner and he walked me back to the villa. Dimitri kissed me on my cheek and whispered, “Good night.” I went into the house and told Maxim, “I think I’m pretty close.” Maxim nodded and smiled. Maxim told me, “There’s a package for you on the table.” I walked over to the brown coffee table and picked up the white package. I cut open the package swiftly and took out a jar of Passion fruits. This time the jar was different. It was still crystal but the there was some diamond patterns craved onto the surface. There was a light yellow ribbon knotting the lid together. I took the jar up to my room and showered. I changed into my green t-shirt, white cardigan, and black capris. I sat on my bed holding the jar of passion fruits. I stared at the fruits and smiled. Studying the fruits was actually an interesting thing to do. I began to notice things I would never of. The fruits looked symmetrical and very beautiful. Beautiful and glowing in a natural way. //Keenan.// I washed the jar clean and sat it next to the first jar on my desk. In the morning I walked up to Dimitri’s office. I opened the door slowly and before I walked in I saw Keenan on his computer. I quickly and quietly turned around the closed the doors. I ran back to my office and locked my door. //Why is Keenan on Dimitri’s computer? He shouldn’t be, unless…// Mart’s words came back, “Others will be there to get the information too.” It suddenly came to me that perhaps Keenan is what I am as well. //How could this be? Why would Keenan be a spy? What does he want? What if Dimitri finds out?// The whole world felt like it was spinning and everything I thought I knew didn’t exist anymore, but I knew what had to be done. I must get the information before him, no matter what. It is simply necessary.

The next day, Dimitri asked me, “You want to come over to my place? I can cook too.” I smiled and replied, “Okay, now?” //Perfect. I can take this opportunity to find the password.// He nodded and we walked back to his villa. While he was cooking I asked to use the restroom. He told me it was up the stairs. I walked slowly up the stairs acting like nothing was wrong. I found his room and closed the doors. I looked over his filing documents but found nothing. I looked at his computer and found a file with some random numbers. I copied them down onto a piece of paper and slipped it into my pocket. I quickly ran down the stairs and sat on the sofa waiting for him. We had a nice dinner and he walked me back to my villa. When I got back home this was what I saw on my paper, 1, 2, 5, 1, 34. 3, 34, 21, 144, 55, 89, 8, 7. I sat on my bed thinking and thinking what could this possibly mean. I recognized these numbers from the Fibonacci sequence. This was however, mixed up. The numbers aren’t in the correct order. Even if I fixed the numbers there’s still an extra 7. Unless, I have to coordinate the numbers according to the sequence and only take first 7 of the thirteen numbers. I wrote the numbers down. After changing it the sequence became 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13. //If anything goes wrong our cover would be blown.// I woke up extra early to try the code in the morning. I opened the hidden folders one after another and when it finally asked for the password I typed in the numbers 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, and 13. Very slowly it began to analyze the password and a couple minutes later it accepted the password and all the documents were listed alphabetically, waiting to be opened. I quickly dragged all the files into my flash drive. I scanned some the files briefly. There were all sorts of information. There were some information on space missions, some sketches, some letters, and most of all there was nuclear reports and information. I created a password lock on the memory stick and slipped it back into my pocket. I cleared all of my computer’s history and closed the lights from my office. I ran back to the villa and found Maxim on the couch. I exclaimed, “Maxim, pack up your stuff and get the fastest tickets back to New York. We’re leaving.”

Maxim ran up the stairs and I walked up to grab my stuff. The first thing I did was put the crystals jar into a box and into my duffel bag. I packed everything else into the duffel bag and went into Maxim’s room. I asked him, “Got the tickets?” He answered quickly, “Yes, it’s going in 45 minutes.” I locked the doors as Maxim was putting our stuff into the car. When we got to the airport it was time. We quickly went onto the plane. When we got to New York we went to Mart’s right away. New York City was just the same, with all the hassle and the traffic. People were crowding the sidewalks talking and laughing. Business men were coming in and out of tall buildings. Even Mart’s office was the same. The light wood colored doors was still acting as the barrier between Mart and I, at this moment. The brown oak desk with bright lights hanging down the ceilings was still there. Mart’s voice bellowed as he was looking over the information on the flash drive, “This is perfect, just perfect.” I informed him, “I left Russia right away, but I don’t think the Russians know about it yet.” Mart responded with, “That’s good but I’ll send some people over to your place and Maxim’s just in case anything goes wrong.”

I thanked Mart and headed back home. Walking back into my house was kind of weird. I went to my room and changed into a pair of fresh white shorts and a white loose tee, as though I would be me again or as if I never went to Russia. I paced along the garden path. The flowers were still here alive and vibrant. The trees were lush and strong. The air was fresh and the sky was a light blue color. Everything was so peaceful but my heart was thumping so hard. I walked to the swing that was sitting there between the tall tress peacefully. All of a sudden I realized there was a package on the swing. A similar white package. I tore it open and found another jar of Passion fruits. The crystals jar had no patterns this time, but the lid was sealed with a dark red ribbon. I had so many questions, so many thoughts, so much was going on but only one word flashed into my mind. //Keenan.//