The Sweetest Feeling's

The Mansion's

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They arrived at Sheremetyevo international airport in Moscow at six in the morning. After air travel for approximately 7 hours from Switzerland. 

The snow is not coming down but the air is freezing cold. Daryl even had to give Nania an extra coat so she wouldn't get cold when they got out of the plane. Not to forget he also tidied his fur hat to keep his head protected.

"Well, you're safe now." He said, after putting gloves on the woman.

"The coat's heavy tofu?" Nania complained who wore two layers of a thick coat.

His face was barely even so thick as the clothes he was wearing.

"It's important you don't get cold." Daryl clasped his hands tightly, then he led him down.

A special car picks them up, and immediately takes the two out where the other car is already waiting.

There, in front of the airport, another Rubicon was waiting, with a tall blond and blue-eyed man opening the door. 

"Sir dela, Andrei? (how are you, Andrei?)." Daryl.

"Khorosho, Serb. Dobroye utro? (well, Sir. Good morning?)." He nodded, and swiftly closed the door, then he immediately got into the car and took them out of the area.

Nania almost put her face and hands together on the windshield. The snow that suddenly fell impressed him.

The left and right sides of the road are filled with cold white objects, and it looks like it's even worse here than Switzerland. 

The snow is thicker and the rain is heavier. If the air is not asked, it is definitely colder.

"You know, winter or not, the air in Russia is sometimes at freezing." Daryl started the conversation.

"Times?"

"Yes. If you go out without thick warm clothes, then you're sure you'll freeze to death."

"Is every year the snow is always this thick?" The woman stared at the trees on the left and right of the road covered with snow so that not a single leaf could be seen.

"Usually no. But the storm cycle brought more snow than in previous years. You could say if the current European region is experiencing extreme winter." Daryl explained.

"Ohh …." Nania nodded her head, then she looked back again out of the car.

His eyes were twinkling and his face looked cheerful. He was engrossed in the sight of the white expanse as far as the eye could see while Daryl continued to hold his hand.

Right now they were heading deep into the outskirts of Moscow where the family mansion was located. About an hour from the city center.

Passing through some famous and iconic places in the country, also many things that used to be, before meeting Daryl can only see Nania on television or the internet.

But look, at the moment he is even passing through these places.

The woman laughed.

"What?" Daryl leaned his body towards Nania.

"I feel so good, don't I? From yesterday you must have thought that I was weird." She's looking.

"No. Why should I think about that?"

"Because I find treasure whenever I see snow and the places we've been."

Daryl chuckles.

"Everyone who first sees it will. And that's okay. You are precious."

Nania smiled.

"Really's." Daryl tightened his hand.

"Aren't I weird?" nania asked, then she leaned her back on the man.

"No. Why does that make you feel weird? You know, if humans in general are always amazed at things they have not seen. Like I was the first time I went to the market with you. And that's amazing!!"

Nania laughed out loud.

"To the market you say Amazing? That's just weird. Haha …."

"Yeah, just like you who are fascinated by the falling snow."

"Hmm ... The way we look at things is different?"

"certain. Darren and I were different when we were born from the same womb. Let alone us."

"Yes, that's right."

Then the car entered the deserted road. All they found was snow, even all the plants around.

Then a large black-colored gate was seen slowly opening even though their distance was still tens of meters. And the car continued to drive until it entered the area behind it.

The mansion with walls overgrown with vines stood firmly in the snow. Some of which are cleared for vehicle traffic. Some trees fenced off the walls so that the area looked hidden.

Rubicon stops right in front of the terrace with two marble columns. And the door is open.

Andrei went down and opened the door on the left, while another man in black opened the door on the right.

"Malyshka, come!" Daryl reached out his hand after they were outside the car, and Nania immediately followed him.

"Dobro pozhalovat', Ser?" The man greeted me kindly.

"Spasibo." Then he led her into the vast building.

At that time there was still Rudolf Nikolai the Grandfather who was always waiting for his return with Darren at every weekend. Which always makes the atmosphere of the mansion feel warm.

But now, it feels different. The heart of the house was gone, and they could only remember it through photos and paintings, as well as all its relics.

Daryl sighed deeply before he finally continued his steps towards the stairs leading to the second floor.

"Nedostatochno teplo, Grigori! (the room is less than empty, Grigori!)." said Daryl as soon as they entered a large room on the second floor.

"Khorosho, Serb. Yes povyshu temperature. (good sir. I'll increase the temperature)." The man in black answered.

"Spasibo."

"Van chto-nibud' nuzhno? (is there anything you need?)" Grigori asked before leaving.

"Ne, khazestya (looks like not)." replied Daryl, then he glanced at Nania who was observing the situation.

"Malyshka, do you want anything?" then he asked.

"Perhaps not. I'm going to sleep." The woman also answered.

"Slushat'?( listen right?)"

Grigori nodded her head then she retreated out and closed the door.

"She knows what I said?" Nania is approaching.

"understand. Most of the employees in the mansion can speak Indonesian." Daryl took off his thick coat, then dropped his body on the bed.

"Why did you guys use Russian? I don't understand!" nania protested, and she was a little upset about it. But Daryl laughed.

"That's ... just a habit" he replied, who was laying his head on a pillow.

"Ish, bummer! I want to learn Russian too. Let's understand if you guys are doing it again."

"Russian is difficult, your tongue will not get used to it. English is easy." replied Daryl who pulled the blanket.

"In English I can, just surf."

"Times?" 

"hey are. Do not realize what if you have been talking about using English or children so far? I'll understand."

Daryl just smiled.

"Let's find me a place for Russian lessons, or if you can't get out of the house find a private tutor!" nania said, and she also removed two coats from her tiny body.

"Yes, ma'am." Daryl is still smiling. "But it seems that in order to learn a foreign language we don't need a private tutor for you." Daryl straightened his body.

"Why? I learned it from the internet? Okay, let's." Nania answered.

"Not."

"Continue?"

"You have a private teacher." The man half whispered.

"I mean."

"You already have." Then he again leaned his back on the head of the bed while moving his eyebrows.

"You mean?" Nania made clear her husband's intentions. 

"yeah. I'll teach you for free."

"Hmmm .. is not sure if it will be free. There's gotta be an end to it." Nania thumped out a mouth that made Daryl laugh out loud.

"You understand the looks of it."

"Ah, what else? You are so. It's more than money!"

The man kept laughing.

"Who is rich? You or me?" Nania sat at the end of the bed.

"No no no!!" But Daryl shook his head.

"What?"

"Come here!" Then he patted his own thigh.

"You what? Time for anuan? Just arrived." 

"Geeh!!"

"No, I'm still jet lag!!" And Nania almost got up when the man grabbed her, and pulled her into bed.

"No way, I'm tired!!" But he resigned when Daryl rolled him under the blanket.

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