The door opened and a beefy middle aged woman opened the door. Looking at the boy who stood there with little to no interest in him. Her hair was brown and severly frizzy, and her yellowish teeth showed through her lips only long enough from her to place a cigarette to her lips and blow it into the teen's face.<br/>"That scrawny brat?" she smiled as her Russian accent grumbled out of her throat, "third door on the left."<br/><br/>She let him through and watched him walk past her with his friend with a look of disgust.<br/>"5 minutes!" she called after them as she went back inside her own apartment.<br/><br/>------------------<br/><br/>Amoretta sat on the ledge of her window a empty mug in her hand. Her orange hair was tied in a loose ponytail, and her face calm. She was dressed in a white cami and blue jean shorts. The air conditioning was shot in her apartment, so she had to dress cool. She knew it would be months before it was fixed.<br/><br/>She heard a small knock on her door, and she got up. She placed her mug on the counter as she passed by the kitchen, soon reaching the front door in a few more steps. Her hand grasped the handle of her front door, and turned it opening the door.