<div style="text-align: justify;">Mariya smiled when Vitali said he was hoping she would tell him she didn’t have any detestable habits. Mariya knew she wasn’t perfect, of course. Nobody was, after all. But she considered herself a fairly good person. She had been a good daughter for her parents while they were alive, and a good friend for Vitali before she moved out to England. And now, well... maybe she was not being the best of friends. But she was doing what she considered necessary to prevent war, so it might be considered still something good. <br/><br/>It wasn’t as good for Vitali, or for her relationship with him, but sacrifices had to be made. Mariya couldn’t really know how hard or how painful those sacrifices would  be, but she hoped she would have the strength of character to make them without complaining. Right now, though, she didn’t want to think about sacrifices. She wanted to think about food and rest. And nothing more. <br/><br/>Nodding when Vitali finally decided for the black caviar, Mariya watched as the waitress walked away to get their order ready. She then turned her gaze back to Vitali. She wondered a little about what it could have been. Shaking her head, she sighed and closed her eyes for just a moment. She was tired, that was pretty much it. Nothing more than that. <br/><br/>Opening her eyes, Mariya looked for Vitali’s gaze. “After we leave here, will you take me somewhere I can get a room?”, she requested. “I really did not have a chance to plan much, as I did not know how things here would be”. Mariya sighed softly and shook her head. “I feel that I am abusing your kindness, but I promise I will find my own way around soon enough”, she completed, not wanting to upset her old friend.</div>