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Moscow- 3rd of June 1995
Irina knew that the only thing keeping her still was his little boy, his little innocent kid. Ilya, he may not know that but seeing him grow gave her the strength to make a life changing decision. Ilya was into hockey so when he was practicing she decided that she need to take Ilya and herself of that hell. She took photos, recorded every little thing Grigori told; eventually she had enough proof to talk to him. But first she needed to talk to her older son Alexei, that poor twelve your old that has turning like his father, she heated the fact that Grigori got into him. After all he was her first son, she needs him to know so that he can make a choice.
-"Alexei"- Irina knock at his door- "Can I come in?"
His son open up the door " Yes mama" he said, the mama got into her skin, she has to talk.
"Can we seat down?" Alexei look at her, there was something about how he saw her like trying too know why she keep asking for things. Then he gave her a little smile and nod "Of course we can mama". Irina looked up for Alexeis hands, as she found them, the words came out- "I'm going, I can't take this anymore. I know you know what im talking about you ain't no fool. Is just going to be me and Ilya, but I-" she needed a minute, just a deep breath " I want you to know that you have a choice, you can choose to stay or you can come with us, whatever you decide, just know that I love you, your are on every inch of me, you're my first son" she put one of her hand in Alexei's face, the way his eyes where watering broke her heart. By the way he looked at her she knew the answer and she still manage to say "You can call me" she handle him a little piece of paper that had a cellphone number written in it. " This is no goodbye, you must know that I love you, that your brother loves you, but I don't know how much can I survive this." Alexei was speechless, he saw his mother had the strength of a thousand horses so he said "I know" that was it. She smiled and passed her hand through his son's hair, as she stood up she gave him a kiss in his head. "Я тебя люблю" (I love you) she whispers.
Well now she had a preoccupation less, she had hers and Ilyas suitcases in the car. Know it was the difficult part, talking to Grigori, that was not going to end well easy, she had to be very meticulous and careful with everything she was saying. She could do this, for Ilya and for her.
Grigori was in the living room, reading the newspaper and drinking vodka. She took I deep breath and manage to walk all over to him. She was standing in front of him now, she knew she needs to talk now before the time runs out.
" I've been recording you" she paused, her hand her shaking but her voce wasn't " I have an archive of all the abuses you made me go through, and the kids too, I don't care if you are a policeman you can't denied what is in the pictures, you also can argue that the voice in the videos isn't yours. I'm not scare of you, you can't control me not more." He was staring at her with empty eyes as always
"I'm not asking anything from you, i'm only saying this once" Now the two of them were staring at each other "I am leaving with Ilya, you follow me and I will release those pictures and the recordings too, Alexei is staying with you, but if you do anything to hurt him I will release everything." She finished, she thought that was all sadly he had to talk "You leave, you're nothing, not here, not anywhere you are just nothing. I do not care who stays or who's leaving, you will come back Irina and you will be sorry. So go on, leave I certainly don't need you, and that little boy, he will be nothing just like you, he will hate you for it, but that is your problem now."
She stand still with the keys in her hand, holding them in a fist. " You finish?" she asked Grigori laugh and looked at her " Yes, I have finish"
That was all she needed, she got her purse and got out of that shithole. That was it, now she was going to write her new life, in a new place and she was relieved that his little one didn't have to go through this. She cried, of course she did, she deserved to cry out loud, happy tears; She was outside the building from Ilyas practice, this was the start of something new, something wonderfull. She loved Rusia is her county but it was not home, and she was very determined to find them a home, something to call their own.
Ilya was looking for her and as he saw her he run to his mama. That was unexpected but she loved it, his little one was very perspective and he knew something happened because there was a certain spark in Irinas eyes.
"Ilya, малыш (baby), we are not going back, we are leaving." With certain fear in her voice she asked "Is that ok, do you want to go back?" Ilya just look at her and put his little soft hand in Irinas cheek " I don't want to go back mama, it will be just us right?" As a response she nodded " только мы (just us)".
They got into the car and drove to the airport, she had been doing some research and found out that Ottawa in Canada is a little nice city and that it has hockey leagues, she wants Ilya to keep playing. She bought the tickets 2 weeks before and hide every piece of money of jewelry that she had left and sold them. She only kept a little crucifix that her dad gave her, she hold on to it. And right now it was in her neck. She also took documents, only the important ones like, her and Ilyas birth certificate, he's school documents and stuff like that, her collage degree. Although she thinks it will not have value in Canada. She will worry when they land, first thing first get out of Russia.