What you get me into
Would you mind if I came
"Evgeni, you must not worry."
"Please, I need to know what is going on."
"It happens often and I always come back unharmed."
"Where do you go?"
"Can we talk at our apartment?" I asked.
"No. This isn't your problem."
“Alright.”
“I am sorry.”
“It’s alright. I just want to make sure you’re ok. You’re my best friend.”
“Thanks.”
We changed and got ready for a few interviews.
"Alexandra, we understand you have fainting spells."
"Uh, I guess that is what you can call them."
"Is there a cause."
"Yes but it will remain unknown to the public and my teammates."
"Will you be alright?"
"Yes."
"Thanks Alexandra"
"Thank you." I said. I walked to the door and met up with Evgeni. We drove home and I went up and changed into sweats. I had them from Alexei's Russian team. It was his tee-shirt and hoodie along with his sweatpants. They were big on me. He was 6' 1" and I am only 5' 0". I am small but powerful.
My phone rang and it was a number I did not know.
"Hello?" I said in Russian.
"Alexandra Fedotov?" the voice asked. He sounded so familiar.
"Who is this?"
"It’s me, Nikita Filatov."
“Niki?” I asked.
“Yes, it’s me, Niki. Oh Little Alex.”
“Niki.” I said. I started to cry.
“Oh Little Alex, I miss you. I miss both of you. Please do not cry.”
“I need you. Why didn’t you call or write?”
“I was afraid to remind you of Big Alex.”
“Well I needed you. Are you in Columbus?”
“Yes.”
“Would you mind if I came?”
“Not at all Little Alex, not at all.”
“Oh Nikita.”
“Are you in the NHL yet?”
“Yes. I’m in Pittsburgh but I will be able to leave. Give me the chance.”
“I miss you Little Alex.”
“I miss you Nikita.”
“I love you Little Alex.”
“I love you too Nikita. Goodbye.”
“Goodbye.”
"Please, I need to know what is going on."
"It happens often and I always come back unharmed."
"Where do you go?"
"Can we talk at our apartment?" I asked.
"No. This isn't your problem."
“Alright.”
“I am sorry.”
“It’s alright. I just want to make sure you’re ok. You’re my best friend.”
“Thanks.”
We changed and got ready for a few interviews.
"Alexandra, we understand you have fainting spells."
"Uh, I guess that is what you can call them."
"Is there a cause."
"Yes but it will remain unknown to the public and my teammates."
"Will you be alright?"
"Yes."
"Thanks Alexandra"
"Thank you." I said. I walked to the door and met up with Evgeni. We drove home and I went up and changed into sweats. I had them from Alexei's Russian team. It was his tee-shirt and hoodie along with his sweatpants. They were big on me. He was 6' 1" and I am only 5' 0". I am small but powerful.
My phone rang and it was a number I did not know.
"Hello?" I said in Russian.
"Alexandra Fedotov?" the voice asked. He sounded so familiar.
"Who is this?"
"It’s me, Nikita Filatov."
“Niki?” I asked.
“Yes, it’s me, Niki. Oh Little Alex.”
“Niki.” I said. I started to cry.
“Oh Little Alex, I miss you. I miss both of you. Please do not cry.”
“I need you. Why didn’t you call or write?”
“I was afraid to remind you of Big Alex.”
“Well I needed you. Are you in Columbus?”
“Yes.”
“Would you mind if I came?”
“Not at all Little Alex, not at all.”
“Oh Nikita.”
“Are you in the NHL yet?”
“Yes. I’m in Pittsburgh but I will be able to leave. Give me the chance.”
“I miss you Little Alex.”
“I miss you Nikita.”
“I love you Little Alex.”
“I love you too Nikita. Goodbye.”
“Goodbye.”