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Summary of Events:
Nadia set off for home alone because she hadn't wanted to wait for Horea and got her wallet snatched, but the thief ended up running into Horea, who beat him up and gave Nadia her wallet back before escorting her the rest of the way home. Borden, although tired and sore, kept walking, determined to rescue Honour for the sake of her and her foster family. Horea was ready for Nadia the next time she left the restaurant and they walked together from the start . . .
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“I, um, I also feel badly for lying to you yesterday,” Horea replied.
“Lying?” Nadia asked, feeling concerned and scandalised. “How?”
“Well, you see, I, um, I do have a sister,” Horea replied.
“Oh,” Nadia said. “Why didn’t you mention her?”
“Well, because she’s not living in Moldova right now,” Horea replied.
“Where is she living?” Nadia asked.
“Italy,” Horea replied.
“And I’d presume she’s working there,” Nadia said.
“Yes,” Horea replied.
“Bringing in extra money for you and your mother?” Nadia asked.
“I have my own work, I make enough money to survive,” Horea replied. “I don’t make a fortune, by any means, but I do make pretty good money. She mostly sends money home to our mother.”
Nadia nodded.
“She, um, works as a model there, and she’s paid thousands of Euros for each thing she does,” Horea said. “The length determines the exact number, but she never makes less than one thousand Euros, some times just for one day.”
“Oh my,” Nadia said. “How many lei is that?”
“Multiply it by twenty,” Horea replied.
Nadia gasped. “Twenty thousand lei?”
“Yes,” Horea replied. “Never less.”
“That’s so much money,” Nadia whispered. It made the lei Vitaly had given her for her birthday seem pathetic.
“It is, indeed,” Horea replied. “And my sister has told me that they’re always in need of models in Italy; no surprise, seeing how many fashion designers have establishments there.”
Nadia nodded.
“Wouldn’t it be nice to have that much money?” Horea asked.
“But I don’t know Italian,” Nadia replied.
“It’s quite similar to Moldovan, actually,” Horea said. “It would be a lot easier than trying to learn English. Besides, I’ve also heard that people who know more than one language find it easier to learn more. Since you know Russian and Moldovan then it should be quite easy for you.”
“It would be so far away from home, though,” Nadia said. “That’s the whole reason I don’t want to go to Moscow.”
“Moscow?” Horea asked.
“Yes,” Nadia replied. “Because Vitaly refused to get the prestigious education Father wanted him to have I am the one expected to take it, but I don’t want to work an office job any more than Vitaly does, but I wouldn’t mind pursing a measure of secondary education to make a respectable income.”
“So you mean to please your father partially, but not wholly?” Horea asked.
“I guess,” Nadia replied.
“Wouldn’t this be a way of doing it?” Horea asked. “You go to Italy and make up to twenty thousand lei a day doing something that isn’t office work, he’d have to be pleased.”
“I don’t know,” Nadia replied.
“You don’t necessarily have to be a model,” Horea said. “Although I do think you would be well suited to the position, but even a job like you’re working now would net you twenty times as much as you’re making were you to do it in Italy.”
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