"I will, Layla." Oleg said. He did not understand why, but at the moment, it was not important he understand. It was not important to know why Layla did not just leave class and go to Milla. He hung the phone up, and then looked around, lips pursed. The big guy wandered around the halls, looking but not finding Milla. His long legs carried him quickly and he was reasonably sharp when it came to spotting things, but he did not find her outside. Although he would be late for class and subject to some kind of discipline, that fact just did not register as Oleg stepped outside and his eyes scanned the school grounds. It took some looking, but eventually he found the tree that Milla was hanging around near.<br/><br/>He approached slowly, and made enough noise that she would know he was approaching. The big guy looked at Milla with honest concern, not even taking a glimpse of her exposed charms. "I know you said you just needed to be alone," Oleg said softly, leaning with his back against the broad trunk of the tree, hands in his pockets, "but I called Layla. She is on her way. I am worried about you, Milla - I have never seen you like this . . . and I thought you needed a friend right now."