A Destined Fate: Russia X Reader

Chapter 40: Matryoshka Doll~

   "Вы хотели?" I jumped at the voice. The woman stood behind me with a smile. "Мне очень жаль. Я не говоркю России." her eyes sparkled with amusement at my accent. "You are such a beautiful girl. He sure is a lucky one." Looking over at Ivan who was flipping through a book in hand skimming the pages. She didn't have an accent like Ivan does when speaking English so it either meant that English was her native language or she was just really good. I blushed at her words and grin sweetly. "Thank you, and I think I'm more of the lucky one." The older female giggled at my remark. "And such a polite girl you are. I have known Mr.Braginski for over 70 years, has not aged one bit. My grandfather use to own this place, I moved here when I was just a little girl. I remember even back then Mr.Braginski looked the exact the way he does now. My grandfather would tell me stories of Mr.Braginski and how he was the great mother Russia himself. As a child I believed in it but as I grew into a young woman I thought it was a mere fairy tale. My grandfather eventually passed when I was 15 so naturally being the only relative here, I took of the business. As years passed and Mr.Braginski became a regular to the store, he had been since my grandfather ran the place and his father before him and so on, I realized no matter how much older I grew Mr.Braginski would appear not a day older. It blew my mind that such a person existed. It was then I remembered my grandfather's words. At first I was so jealous, jealous that he'll get to experience everything in no rush, jealous the he'll never get to wrinkle away, jealous that every day was a promise. But later on I saw how lonely and depressed he was, it made me see just how terrible those things could be. Year after year having to experience life with those who you will alway out live... I could never take that."

    The woman grasped my hands into her own, her hazel eyes washed away from decades of use. "Throughout my 70 years I have never seen Ivan as happy as he is now. Please," her orbs pleading "Keep up what you are doing for this man, he deserves to be happy after having such a horrific past. That is all I ask for _____. Make him happy for as long as you live, be the reason he wears a real smile."

   Her words sunk into my heart, it amazed me to see people were so compassionate for their country's personification. I didn't care how she knew my name I just smiled back at her. "I promise I will keep him happy Miss." "Marget." Nodding I reply "I promise I will keep him happy Marget." Tears roll down her cheek as she weakly smiles. "Thank you. You are such a sweet girl, he does deserve you." Moving her shaky hands off mine to wipe her face from the water works, she finishes "I'm sorry you just do not know how much this means to me. Ah," Marget sighs wearing a warm expression. "I'll be right back." I nod watching her form stroll over to a room behind the counter.

   Ivan walks up to me with an innocent grin. "This is a nice place da?" I stared at him thinking back to what Marget said, then remembering his huge scar and his words when I first woke up from the gang incident. Ivan was always so lonely with a past that haunts him constantly; yet, he wakes everyday with a positive attitude. She was right. He deserves to be happy. That's what I was here for. For this man. "Da." I beam back taking his massive gloved hand into mine.

    "Here is the Matryoshka doll you asked for Mr.Braginski." Marget stated as she came out the the room with a tray in hand. On the tray stood a single doll. It had (h/l) (h/c) hair with (e/c) orbs, it even wore sunflower converse. It was then I realized it doll been a replica of me. Ivan's lavender gaze grew tremendously wide. "It is beautiful Marget." "Not as beautiful as the real thing." flicking her eyes to me. Her statement causing me to blush. Ivan slipped his hand from my grasp only to loop his arm around my waist bring my figure closer. Chuckling with a warm facial expression he replies "I know." Making my heart skip a beat. Setting the tray down she grabbed a tiny box and stuffed it with wrapping paper then placed the doll delicately in. "How much will it be?" The platinum-ette continued. "Free of charge." Ivan blinked surprised. "But I could not possibly do that. It must have taken you days to paint." She waved him off "Oh please Ivan, you have been a costumer here for centuries. Let's just say this is my way of thanking a certain young lady." Winking at me as she placed the box into my hands which made me smile. The nation gazed at us utterly confused but then let out a sigh signaling he gave in. "Okay. добрый день, увидимся позже!" speaking his Cyrillic alphabet language. "До свидания Иван и _____. До скорй встречи." as she waved us off.