Anastasia

10- good luck

It wasn't how Annya taught him to fight, exactly, but Sean implemented some of her tips into his street fighting style. The fight lasted longer than Annya expected, making her feel both impressed and annoyed at how he's been going easy on her this whole time.

"STOP!" she yelled, unable to keep in her anger anymore. She looked at her brother signaling for him to step back. She went straight to Sean stopping inches away from his face, pushing away the memory from the night before.

"If you hold back from me one more time, I swear on your life, I will rip out one of your ribs and knock you out with it. Do we have an understanding?" she seethed, looking at him with rage he had never seen before. He wanted to ask if it was just a threat, but her brother's smile told him it wasn't. So he decided to give her all he's got.

This time their fight lasted fifteen minutes before she took him down, resisting the urge to break a few bones on the way. When they both got up, she turned around and gave him one last hard punch before she walked back to her brother, who looked like a father watching his daughter ride her bike for the first time, handing her a handkerchief to wipe off the blood from her face, while Sean used his shirt.

"Congratulations, Sean. You are useful." Was all Alex said before they walked off to their rooms to clean up before they had to go back to Alex's room.

"WHAT THE HELL is wrong with you?" Annya exploded once the door was closed.

"You expected me to try to kick a girl's ass?" he asked, starting to get angry, himself.

"But i'm not just a girl, am i?" she was trying not to yell so no one would be able to hear,

"How the hell was I supposed to know that when you wouldn't tell me anything about yourself?!"

"You NEVER go easy one someone you're training, regardless of how much they know!"

"That's how they get injured" They were both talking loudly at this point. Good thing this part of Russia didn't have anyone who spoke english.

"That's how they LEARN" Annya started backing up to leave their room.

"Where are you going?" Sean yelled after her.

"To get ice, bumbass!" she yelled before slamming the door. When she made it to the ice machine, her brother came up to her laughing.

"What" she spat, not looking up at him.

"You like him," Alex said, amused.

"No, actually, I really really don't." she said as she angrily shuffled ice into a bucket.

"I have never seen you argue with anyone like that." Alex said, amusement clear on his face.

"Because I've never had anyone get on my nerves like that." She shoved the scooper in harder than necessary, but that's all she can do to let out her anger.

"I have. I've been pissing you off for years and you never argued or even yelled. You would just attack"

"Because he doesn't know how to fight and since you want him so badly, I can't exactly put him in a wheelchair, now can i?" she seethed, slamming the ice machine closed.

"Never stopped you before" Alex was leaning on the wall beside her, with a smug smile plastered on his face as he was picking imaginary lint off his very expensive suit. Annya sighed heavily, turning to face him in exasperation.

"Do you need to be here?" she asked.

"You don't have to admit it to yourself, but you won't want to attack him because you don't want him hurt because you...care about him." he paused, looking hurt and her lack of interaction, while she just stared at him in amusement. No matter how mad she would be at him, he always knew how to make her laugh.