that is very nice.. But he didn't have anywhere to put them at the moment..

prepare everything. She has thought of everything. Ivan had nothing to worry about!

how she will prepare everything... When it's his house.

in his house, rearranging things. That's why.

.. Is now going out. He went to the door to get his boots and coat on.

ambushes him when she is done.

almost yelps, he looked at her. "P-Privyet... Sestrya."

stares at him silently for a moment before moving over to him. "Pryvitannie. Brat. I was waiting for you."

laughs a bit nervously. "H-how did you get into my house?"

her ways. "Your door knob on the back door fell off again." She tells him obliviously. She had yanked it off.

frowns and groans. "Nataliya.. I have told you not to break my door knobs.."

shakes her head! "Nyet! I do not break them! They fall off!"

runs a hand through his hair. "Da.. After you pull on them."

crosses her arms. "Are door knobs not meant to be pulled, Brat?"

sighs. "Not when they are locked, sestrya."

stares up at him in a creepy way. "Then Brat should give me a key."

shakes his head. "Nyet. No one has a key except me. No one needs a key." Locks were meant to keep people out.

he should not lock his wife out. But she forgives him. "Very well, I will continue to visit though. Speaking of. I have something for you."

would like to remind her... They aren't married. "E-eh..? Something for me?"

takes his hand. She will ignore that comment. It was only a matter of time before they were! "This way."

told her, they wont ever be married. Ever. "Where are we going? Nataliya what did you do?" He followed her.

she will make him change his mind. "I made something you will like." She tells him, leading him to the flower arrangement.

never change his mind. They weren't marrying that was that. "Did you?"

keep trying. "Do you like them?"

nods slightly. "Da. They are pretty." This still wouldn't get him to change his mind.

very happy, though her expression had changed little. "I wanted to brighten your day."

smiles at this. "Spasibo, Nataliya."

's cheeks tinge pink. "No need for thanks, Brat."

truely did like the flowers. "You should call first next time, da?"

knows if she calls he will not be here. "Da, all right. But if you're really thankful, you can always marry me."

sighs quietly. "Ntaliya... You know we cannot get married. I have told you before."

grabs him and grips his arm tight. "Nyet, nothing wrong with marriage. We can marry. I will marry Brat. You will see, I will make you see_

that I am good for you, Brat. I will be the perfect wife!"

cringes a bit. "Nataliya.. You're hurting me." He sighed quietly putting a hand lightly on her head. "I have told you.. I love you, but as_

a sestrya. Not a wife. Da?"

blinks at the pat and nuzzles his arm. "It's okay, Brat. You will see me as a woman soon."

sighs. "I do see you as a woman.. Though a woman who is still and always will be my sestrya."

leans against him. "Nyet, I can be more. You are thinking too narrowmindedly, brat."

shakes his head. "It is just.. You are my sestrya, da?"

nuzzle, nuzzle. "I can be a wife too."

shakes his head once more. "Nyet.."

looks up at him. "I will keep working hard for Brat."

sighs a bit and nods, he knew she would never give up..

never, EVER...give up.

she would.

HE would give in.

wont.

he will.

knows that he wont.

time changes people!

knows that.. But his mind hadn't changed in so many years.

it can still change!

doesn't think it will change much.

just have to keep hope.

that is probably the best that she would have to do..

believes he will fall for her.

doesn't think he ever will..

he just doesn't know what he wants.

knows that he wont be marrying his sister.

knows that he will one day.

trying to find a way to get her to stop this madness.

not stop.

her to.

never stop.

one day she will... But he doubted that would ever happen.

that is one thing he should doubt. Her love would never die.

..... wishes that it would.

knows it won't.

can dream..

can also dream. Of being married.

wont marry her.