There was no response.
I frowned, clearing my throat "excuse me? Mom? Yeah, I speak Russian."
He slowly lowered the walkie, his face covered with annoyance.
I pouted, pulling the hood over my oversized sweatshirt that said "f**k You"
It was actually one of Sinisters plain white sweatshirts, but I was feeling creative and wrote "f**k you" in sharpie
Mom glanced at me and frowned, "aren't you supposed to be like a p********e or something?"
Ah, he must be referring to my unwashed hair piled high into a messy pony tail, lack of makeup,oversized sweatshirt and Christmas pajama pants.
"I mean, yeah" I gestured to my attire "obviously"
He shook his head and continued looking forward.
There was suddenly a crinkle on the other line, and immediately I recognized the dark growly voice of Sin
