Chapter 3

Nat was lying on the bed naked and in her head there was still Dave. She imagined how it could be like making love to him. What he would do to her, what she would do to him. And she sighed a biiig one. However hard she wants she can’t do it.

She pulled the blanket around her and turned onto her side facing the window. She was listening to the sounds of the night traffic wondering how far Dave could live. Slowly her eyes got tired and she closed them thinking of Him. “Will he come tonight again?” she asked herself and sank into her dreams.

She was tossing and turning in her bed and when she fell asleep she was dreaming of Dave. She was dreaming of making love with him....

It was barely 5 in the morning when she woke up panting, her naked body covered with sweat.

"Enough!" she sat up while she stroked her wet hair back from her face. She checked her phone. There wasn't any message. She just stared at her phone as if it was something odd, and cursed herself. What did she think? Dave wrote messages while she was dreaming of him?

"How silly of me!" she wasn't able to sleep, so she went to the bathroom to take a shower.

"What should I do?" she looked up at her face in the mirror.

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That night David couldn't fell asleep. He was lying in his studio awake. Since a time whenever he could he slept there, the leather couch was rather comfortable. He liked it this way. He loved to be alone.

When he was laying there he could close out every disturbing noise. Only he and the sounds of the night traffic were there. But now there was another thing, too: the soft classical music. He closed his eyes and let the music lift him up into another sphere.

He was listening to Russian composers recently, Tchaikovsky, Muszorgszkij. He started to love them. He never really loved things like this but he did it now.

And he knew well that it was because of the petite ballerina, who grew more and more to his heart. He was aching for her, he wanted... He just wanted to meet her, to speak with her, he wanted to watch her gentle movements, he wanted to hear her voice... and he wanted even more... Yes, tonight he'll go and see her again, and he'll wait for her at the little alley to ask a dinner again. He sighed - yes he'll do it.

He stood up and was playing with his cell. Then he took a deep breath and dialed her number. It was ringing, a cute ‘Halllooo’ and he was on.

“Natasha, it is me David.”

"Yes, I know" she answered quietly and tried to calm her fast heartbeat.

"I... I'm sorry to disturb you in such an hour."

"No problem, David. Actually I'm happy you called me."

He heard as her voice softened for a moment.

“So, is it okay talking?”

“Yes David it is.”

“I, well, I was thinking of u and I thought maybe I can call u if I don’t disturb u.”

“No, no, it is okay David.”

“Good then. I just wanted to ask if u… if u can have dinner with me…”

She was lying on her bed playing with the edge of her pillow and a wide smile appeared on her face, which started to fade immediately when her obligations came into her mind for a moment, but then she gave in...

"Well... I'd be happy to have dinner with you."

"Really great!"

She heard the happiness from his voice and this caused another smile.

"After the performance?"

"Yes, I'll show you one of my favourite restaurants in NYC."

"Okay, then wait me in the alley. Is it good for you?"

"Perfect.”

“I'm glad, Natasha."

"Yes, I can hear it from your voice" she laughed.

"Well you know... actually I feel myself like an uncertain teenager" he confessed.

Dave acted really like a youngster and Natasha was smiling silently to herself. Dave’s fumbling warmed her heart. Suddenly something came into her mind.

“Dave it’s only 2 o’clock. Can you come here for me?”

No words came from Dave, he was surprised.

"What do you mean?" he asked carefully.

"Well... dunno. I thought we could take a walk or something. I have a few free hours before the practice and I wasn't out in the city too much yet."

He stood up from the leather couch and started to search for his keys.

"Well okay, I'm free too. Just give me your address" he asked when he found a piece of paper and a pen. She dictated it. "If you think you'd be too tired after the performance for a dinner, we can eat something after the walk."

"No, the dinner'd be better. You know we can't eat too much before the performance."

"Oh, of course, how silly of me..." he looked around in the studio a bit confused and tried to put his leather jacket on, but stopped when he heard her sweet laugh again.

After a while he noticed he is still on the phone listening to her breathing. And he said in a barely visible way: "I want u Natasha".

And he heard her soft answer: “Da, Já znájú, I know David. Já tózse, me too”.

"Then why don't you..."

"Shhh, David. We can't. We have.... reasons why not. Please don't say a word, just come and take me out for a walk" she added quietly.

“I understand, u are… of course u have someone…”

“Da, konezsno, yes, of course, his name is Yuri, he is my fiancé.”

“I see, and I understood it, al right? I understood. I’ll be there for u in no time.”

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She just put her cell down with a big sigh. This wasn't good - why was she so sad? She should have been happy, because she managed to clear things and protect her relationship with Yuri.

"But I'm just about going out with another man..." she murmured to herself "Poor grandma'd frown and kill me for this..." she smiled a sad one, then went to the bathroom to take a shower. She needed to hurry with the dressing up, but after she finished it she was able to put her bag together, too.

But her babusla was already dead since a long-long time and even if she’d be alive she would understand the melody of the heart. She would remember to her Ivan Ivanovics Jszegov.
Natasha was smiling, oh how many times she had heard her story. If her husband wouldn’t have come back from World War II, then.....and here she was telling of the romantic story of hers and a brave soldier who saved her...

And Natasha was thinking about her grandparents’ story while she heard the knocking on the door. She left the kitchen to open the door, but Tanya was faster. She was just half way to the door, when she heard the familiar deep voice asking after her.

"Well she's in the kitchen preparing tea, I guess... but please do come in!" she stepped aside and let him in. Natasha was just standing there in the hall's door and was smiling silently to herself when she noticed Tanya's wicked grin and the knowing look in her eyes "That's it girl! Keep it up!"

Nat rolled her eyes, and then her friend disappeared in her room.

"Sorry, Dave" she looked at him apologizing "I'm nearly ready, just need to finish the tea, I thought I could bring a thermos flask with us... You know, I'm one of the frosty types of women."

Dave sat down in the kitchen and looked around. It was a tiny apartment with two small rooms, the company rented them for its employees. Natasha wasn't disturbed by her surroundings. She offered csaj or tea, Russian tea for him and he accepted it.

"Would you tell me something about yourself?" he asked while he was following every move of her while she packed the things back to its places. She let out a little laugh and carefully started filling the thermos with the hot tea.

"I'm not as interesting as you might think."

"That's not true. You are interesting for me, so please..." he put his tea down and allowed himself to wander through her body's fine details with his eyes, because she was still with her back to him. After a few secs she gave in.

"Alright, what do you want to know?"

"Anything you want to share with me... and..."

"And?" she slowly closed the full thermos.

"And maybe about your relationship... if it's not a secret."

“No, it is not a secret. I have a fiancé, his name is Yuri.”

“Do you love him? Sorry it was a stupid question I know...”

“No, it wasn't. Yes, I love him but our relationship is not cloudless you know.”

"Show me one relationship which is cloudless!" he smiled.

Natasha laughed silently "Well... I can't. There's the point" she winked and sat opposite him to sip from her tea.

"How is he?"

"Why do you want to know it?"

"To tell the truth, I'm a secret spy of the USA and I want some national secrets about Russia..." he smirked.

“Very funny. He is a choreographer, 38 years old. He is tall and lean, got grey eyes and brown hair. He is a bit stubborn and not romantic at all.”

“Aww, that is a mistake. Don't you miss that?”

"Yes I do. But I got used to it" she shrugged and sipped another one.

"And is it okay for you?" he gave her a skeptic look.

"Well... I can't change him, and I never wanted" she shrugged again and looked down at the table to reach for her tea spoon. A few minutes passed in silence.

"Then... why are you still with him?" he asked barely audible.

"I think you are digging too deep, Dave" she said in a harder tone.

“Sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you. Sorry.”

“You didn't hurt me but I don’t want to go into details regarding in this question.”

"I understood and sorry again. Can you forgive me?" he looked at her with the eyes of a lost puppy and a smile was hiding in the corner of his lips.

Natasha wasn't able to stay serious and icy from this sight and smiled "Yes, of course I can. Come on, let's go! We can't expect from Tanya starving the whole day in her room!" she winked and stood up to put the cups away.

He drank in the sight of her graceful hand as she took his cup, the airy turns of her lil' body and needed to sigh. It won't be easy to pull himself back.

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