Tourist in Russia. [Open.]

She walked the, for her, unxplored streets of Sankt Petersburg. It was different here, colder. People wore clothes made from animals. Dorothee wrinkled her nose to them, animals were friends not clothes. Everyone was busy with their own and barely no one cared to even glance at her. Perhaps it was because she was dressed in ragged clothes and her hair laid in a simple braid on her back. Someone stared on her, for a second she prepared to run thinking he was going t attack her. But the person just shakes his head and moved on. She breathed out in relief.

All around her people spoke the foreign language Russian, though some spoke english but in the mess of the loud noises and voices it was hard to hear what people were talking about. Maybe exploring Russia wasn't such a good idea after all.

Camille walked through the streets of Sankt-Peterburg, a smile on her face. She was happy to be out of France and Russia was so different from what she thought it would be.

People seemed colder and not as friendly, and the boys weren't nearly as cute, but that made the experience even more exciting. She was determined to enjoy the time she spent here before she decided what country she would go to next.

She saw a blonde girl looking out of place and decided to talk to her. Talking to strangers, Camille thought as she walked over to the girl, most parents would freak out if their child was talking to strangers. But her parents let her do whatever the hell she wanted to, so why not be friendly to someone that looked like her age? Alright, maybe the girl was a biiiit older, but what were a few years, anyway?

"Hello," she greeted, "Do you speak English?"