Suddenly Zoya felt afraid. Not because of any danger but fear for this woman. There was no way she could take care of this human wreck, nor did she want to. She nodded at Heath and lowered her guard at his apology. This wasn’t the image the communists sketched of this part of the world. Quite the contrary even. Heath and Elvra were far from living the decadent rich life, without worries and problems. In all honesty, this looked more like an average family in her own country, with no access to healthcare.<br/><br/>As Elvra was tracing her hand she felt extremely uncomfortable and didn’t quite know where to look or how to act. She gritted her teeth at Elvra’s question. Yes I’m Russian, so what?  Then she hoped Heath wouldn’t tell about how they met as that was likely to trigger more hostility from Elvra but she knew that Heath could hardly reject a woman let alone his own wife. Anxious to get away from this woman, with who she had no idea how to act she stood up.<br/>“Let me help you with that dinner.”<br/>