<div style="text-align: justify;">Mariya knew that she had changed a lot. She was older, and dressed in a different fashion. She had lived all these years in England, after all. Her golden hair was long, she was wearing a sleek long dress, and a thick coat. Her dress was black, and the coat was a dark brown. It was clear by the way the girl was rubbing her hands together that she was no longer used to the cold weather in her home land. <br/><br/>It was also clear she was happy to be home. That she really was. There was nothing left for her back in England. She was still loyal to her new country, and still planned on carrying out her mission. But it was still a good and warm feeling to be back on Soviet lands.<br/><br/>And it was a warmer feeling than she cared to admit to see Vitali again. When he said even Heroes needed hugs, Mariya smiled and happily obliged when she noticed her old friend was up for a hug. "Oh, no, I hope they will not send you away from me again any time soon", she replied to his comment on flying. "I would love to stay as a guest, but... I don't know, Viti... Vitali, I'm sorry. I need to stop shortening your name". <br/><br/>The girl shrugged. "I have made no arrangements, to be honest. But I can stay just about anywhere. The last thing I want is to be a burden". Noticing this would be easier than she thought, Mariya preferred to allow her old friend to take the lead. "You can take me anywhere you want, as long as it's warm and has food". With a broad smile, the young woman continued. "Once I finish getting settled, I make an absolute point out of cooking you a meal myself. That is, if you have the bravery to eat it".<br/><br/>Mariya's mind was working while she picked up her suitcase. She had apparently brought just a few items with herself. Maybe it was because she had plans to buy everything new, or it was because she was poor. That was anybody's guess. "We have so much to talk about. You need to tell me everything you have been doing... Well, everything you can tell me, naturally".</div>