Chapter 8

I was unsure what to wear for my first session. Do I go girly? Or Sporty? Or Fierce? After going through all of the training gear I owned, I finally decided on navy blue beach shorts with grey trackies over the top because it's freezing out, a white vest top with a white Pineapple Dance crop top. I put my hair into a high ponytail, that had a slight bedhead look to it (not out of choice I might add), put on put on my coat and my cheap white plimsolls that I trained in cos bad guys never let you stop to put on trainers.

I met Dimitri in the foyer and we walked to the car that would take us to the centre.

When we got there I couldn't believe my eyes. The room was vast. Bigger than an 800m running track. There were dummies hanging from the ceiling and weapons adorned the walls. As we walked down the stairs of the balcony Dimitri asked

"Do you like it?"

I could see the pride in his eyes when I answered "I love it!"

Dimitri gave a sharp whistle and seven heads snapped up. The motion reminded me of the meerkats from that car insurance advert. I don't know how I didn't notice them before. Seven men, all around Dimitri's height and build started walking toward us.

My foot slid back a fraction of an inch, into a ready stance at sight. I soon realised what I had done and went back to standing how I was before, hoping they wouldn't notice.

They did.

They started laughing and muttering to each other in Russian. Dimitri told them to

"Behave" in English, and reminded them that I didn't speak Russian. They each went up to Dimitri, man hugging and smiling, greeting each other. I felt out of place until they all turned on me.

Suddenly I was lost in a whirlwind of hugs, cheek kisses, and handshakes. Then Dimitri told them not to overwhelm me.

"This is Sergei, Artem, and Bevtik" he said gesturing to three rather butch looking guys. "And that's Tyger, Luka, Sashem, and Kashtik."

They all smiled warmly at me, but I was sure that if given the chance they could all knock me out. I looked back to Dimitri.

"Ready?" I frowned at him in confusion.

And then they all started running. What the fuck?! I dropped my bag and sprinted after them. They laughed at my alarm but didn't slow down. I reached the back wall a few seconds after they did, but wasn't looking where I was going and slammed full speed into a wall of solid muscle. I looked up to see Luka smirking down at me.

"Uhh hi?" His smirk turned into a smile then the ground vanished from beneath my feet, as I was grabbed from behind and flung over Artem's shoulder. I tried to make myself heavy and kick but my ankles were grabbed by Luka, and I was marched over to a bench to talk about a schedule.

Once a timetable was agreed, which in my opinion was a form of torture. Up at 4am every morning! Really?! We decided to break for lunch but when I was lead to the car, I was told that we would be eating at the Belikovs house… Cue. Freak out!

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