not her Vanya, but she is pretty close. She is wandering passed the other without realizing just who she is.

stares at the lovely Russian, who seems a bit too familiar to her to just let pass. She quietly begins to follow her.

walking on oblivious, but now a feeling of dread was creeping over her. She stopped to look over her shoulder, seeing nothing but another_

girl behind her. "Privet...?"

the same rush of happiness that she feels around Ivan, and straightens her back instantly. "Do I know you?"

the same fear she feels around her brother creeping up. "N-Nyet, I do not believe so...Who is it that you are...?" She questions hesitantly.

the idea of talking so casually with a stranger, but something about the woman distracts her from her usual hostility. "Natalia Arlovskaya."

freezes in her spot, feeling a cold sweat come over her. Arlov...S-She knew it. This was her 'Sestra'. "N-Nice to meet you. I am Anya!" She_

failed to give a last name.

frowns. "Anya...?" She trails off, but keeps her stare strong. "You are rather beautiful," she adds bluntly.

trying to shrink away from the stare. "A-Ah, Spasibo! You are also!" She looks side to side, trying to find a good way to excuse herself.

stepped a bit closer, eyes narrowing just slightly. "Do you think so? You are Russian, no? You remind me of my elder brother, Ivan..."

smiling nervously at the other. "A-Ah, I am Russian...Your brother must be a very good man...but I am a woman, you see so..."

raises her brows, "You speak a lot like him. You resemble him as well... What is your family name Ms Anya?"

panics inwardly. She didn't want to lie! "Does not matter..."

frowns, "Why do you seem so nervous? I apologize if I am being too forward..."

she shakes her head. "I am not nervous...It's just...Ahh...I am not used to talking to such a beautiful girl!"

blinks, a bit thrown off by being called beautiful. "You are quite lovely yourself," she murmurs, moving closer once more.

steps back. "Hahaha...Surely I am in your way, da? I shall let you continue..."

shakes her head slowly, stepping closer. "Not at all... I was looking for my Vanya, but instead found someone who is eerily similar to him."

beginning to panic. "Oh, really? W-Who is that?"

raises her brows, staring the other blonde down. "You, Ms. Anya..."

uncomfortable under her stare. "Me, really? W-Well I am flattered."

gave a small twitch off the lips, nodding in agreement. "You are both very beautiful. Very much so alike. You are practically a_

_mirror image, if female."