Caden sighed and put his hand on her thigh, about to say something when his phone rang. "Everytime.." He mumbled, answering it and standing, starting to pace.Caden talked to the other line in pure Russian, only a few words such as 'rose','gun','poison', and he ended the call off with the word 'back', making for a random word bank.

Rose sat there, ignoring him

Caden went up to the pilot and asked how much longer, being told five hours.The terrain was starting to become more looking of Russia, the snowy landscape.

Rose just sat there.

Caden kept glancing at Rose, having poured a glass of whiskey and pacing, lost in thought as he kept looking out of the plane, both excitement to be back in Russia and doubt.

Rose slowly drifted off

They landed and Caden sighed, cleaning his face off and starting to walk down the steps, foot barely touching the ground before reporters bombarded him with cameras and microphones, him just brushing them off and eyes scanning the crowd until he saw her, smiling and jogging over to her before pulling her into a tight hug, having not seen her in years. "Izza," He said, voice barely above a whisper. "I've missed you too,brother."

Rose looked surprised at Caden but took the expression away quickly

He hugged for a moment, explaining everything and he was supposed to go, now in Russian, or the only language Izza knew before returning back to Rose. "Yeah, this ain't Ireland."

"I don't really care, honestly." She said, the weight of her gun on her hip reminding her that she was safe, especially with Caden