Page 7 of Care: Part 1

"I'm an old-school kind of gal. I kind of grew up that way," she chuckled.

He smiled at her response. "Don't worry about packing. I have some men here who are supposed to gather all of your things and take them to the Zolotov residence.”

Right on cue, two men walked into her home, causing her to frown.

"I appreciate you both gathering my things for me. I'm sorry if I sound rude, but it would be nice if you could maybe introduce yourselves before just walking into my home," she told them shyly while giving them a welcoming smile.

The two men stopped, looking over at Johnathan, who shrugged.

"She is too nice for the Don," the first man stated in Russian. Johnathan let out a sigh as guilt took over his features.

Avelina watched as one of the men crossed his arms and stared at her. "Sorry, we do what we are told.”

She turned to look at him as she quickly realized that he sounded Russian. His English accent was not perfect, but it was fairly good. It dawned on her that everyone who worked for Adrik was probably Russian.

"My name is Anton, his name is Viktor," Anton explained.

She smiled before holding her hand out for them to shake. Anton grinned slightly before sliding his hand into hers.

"It's nice to meet you both. My name is Avelina.”

They gave her a curt nod before being gentler as they passed by her and into her room, where they gathered her things.

"Come, Avelina. We still have much to discuss," Johnathan spoke.

She nodded her head and strolled out of her house, leaving the door ajar. Johnathan walked her towards a massive BMW before opening the backseat door for her to enter.

She slid into the car and watched him as he got in as well.

"I have more questions about Mr. Zolotov. I'm sorry if I get annoying," she told Johnathan.

He chuckled before shaking his head.

"Not at all. I completely understand. Ask away.”

She smiled at his words as she thought about all the questions she had. "Can he have emotions? He's not like a robot, is he?"

"Yes, he can have emotions. For example, let us say that he has a favorite toy in the whole world. He loves that toy with all his heart—as you can see, he's capable of loving something. He's just incapable of expressing that love. Back to the example, with this said toy, someone comes and picks it up just before ripping it apart. He's going to feel angry, sad, heartbroken, but his face would be neutral. You wouldn't know he's angry until he gets up and releases that anger through actions," he explained.

Avelina nodded her head as she finally grasped an understanding.

"By actions, you mean releasing his aggression. I read that people with ASD are aggressive," she spoke with a raised brow

"Some are, some aren't. However, Adrik is an overly aggressive type.”

A chill ran down her spine at the thought.

Just in time, the two men who had gathered her things had exited her home. The cat quickly ran out of the house before they locked the door behind them.

She watched as they made their way over to the trunk and placed everything inside. When they finished, they got into the vehicle before taking off down the road.

The car ride was completely silent the entire time. Avelina used that time to look out the window and recall as much information as possible about Autism Spectrum Disorder.

When they finally pulled up to a gigantic house, the first thing Avelina noticed was its huge size.

Johnathan got out of the car before walking over to her side and helping her out. Anton and Viktor strolled over to the vehicle’s back, where they popped the trunk and grabbed her bags.

Letting out a sigh, she walked with Johnathan up the steps and over to the front door. He didn't even bother to knock or anything; he just walked right in. Avelina didn't want the owner of the house to think that they were intruding.