#equeuevalent exchange

Viktoria Kit Rozanova

is the younger twin to Yuna. Viktoria gets along more with Ilya, she is a lot like her sister Yuna, a ray of sunshine. she, like all of her siblings were put in sports, Viktoria plays hockey, her jersey number is 18. she plays for her collage team. she has a boyfriend but it is....complicated. when Viktoria had her first time with her boyfriend Preston, Viktoria did not really like it, she had to fake an orgasm, she felt bad. she told no one.

Viktoria has a new friend, Kiara, she just moved to Ottawa, Kiara and Viktoria get along very well, one time Viktoria was invited to a party, she wore a mini skirt and heeld laced boots and a leather black top. Viktoria and Kiara danced together, then a pop song was playing, Viktoria felt diffrent with Kiara. Viktoria let her feelings take over, viktoria leand in for a kiss, Kiara gently shoved her. Viktoria felt embarrised, she left early, Kiara trying to calm her down, Kiara ran after her, Viktoria got in her car and drove home, she came home, she was past curfew. Ilya almost scolded her but then he saw her face, the same face he wiped cookie crumbs off of, the same one that was bloddy after a hockey game, was trembling. Ilya did not think, he walked up and held her tight, whispering russian, shane saw from the stairway what ilya did.

Ilya held the back of her head gently and started murmuring in Russian.

Ilya (softly):

"Моя девочка… тише, тише… всё хорошо. Я здесь. Папа рядом."

My girl… easy, easy… it's okay. I'm here. Papa is right here.

He rubbed her back slowly.

"Никто тебя не тронет. Ты дома. Дыши, солнышко."

No one can hurt you. You're home. Breathe, my girl.

She clutched his shirt harder.

"Кто тебя обидел, а? Скажи папе."

Who hurt you, hm? Tell me.

He tilted his head down so he could see her face.

His voice got quieter.

"Ты можешь мне всё рассказать. Даже если это трудно… даже если тебе стыдно. Я всё равно буду на твоей стороне."

You can tell me anything. Even if it's hard… even if you're embarrassed. I will still be on your side.

Viktoria sniffed hard, wiping her eyes.

"Папа…"

Her voice cracked.

Ilya brushed the hair away from her face like he used to when she was small.

"Да, моя девочка. Я слушаю."

Yes, my girl. I'm listening.

She hesitated.

Her fingers twisted into the fabric of his shirt.

"Я… я поехала на вечеринку с Киарой…"

I… I went to a party with Kiara…

Ilya didn’t interrupt. He just nodded.

"Мы танцевали… всё было нормально…"

We were dancing… everything was normal…Her voice got smaller.

"И потом… я не знаю почему… я подумала, что… что она тоже…"

And then… I don't know why… I thought that… that she also…

She covered her face.

"Я попыталась её поцеловать…"

I tried to kiss her…

Her shoulders shook again.

"И она… она оттолкнула меня… не сильно, но…"

And she… she pushed me away… not hard, but…

She choked on the words, she buried her face in ilyas shirt, crying harder. "Я почувствовала себя такой глупой, папа…"

I felt so stupid, Papa…

Ilya’s arms tightened around her.

Immediately. No hesitation.

He kissed the top of her head.

His voice was firm now, but still warm.

"Нет."

No.

She looked up, confused.

Ilya wiped the tears from her cheeks with his thumb.

"Ты не глупая."

You are not stupid.

"Слышишь меня? Ни капли."

Do you hear me? Not even a little.

He sighed softly.

"Иногда сердце просто делает шаг вперёд быстрее, чем голова."

Sometimes the heart just steps forward faster than the head.

He brushed her hair back again.

"И знаешь что? Это не преступление."

And you know what? That's not a crime.

Viktoria sniffed again. He squeezed her shoulder.

"Но ты пришла домой."

But you came home.

"К папе."

To your family.

His voice softened again.

"И это самое главное."

And that's the most important thing.

He rested his forehead against hers.

"Ты всё равно моя храбрая хоккеистка."

You’re still my brave girl.

"моя девочка"

my girl

"И я люблю тебя — какую бы дорогу твоё сердце ни выбрало."

And I love you — no matter what path your heart chooses.

From the staircase, Shane watched quietly.

And for once… he didn’t interrupt.

Marina Petrovna Rozanova

Born in December in New York,  August 2nd, she is a Leo. Marina does act a lot like ilya, she swears when people treat her wrongfully, Ilya see's no problem with it but shane does. Marina plays the Piano and the Violin and she does a track, Ilya tried to get her into winter sports but Marina would pout till shane stepped in and showd her warmer sports.

Marina never knew her birth parents, she does not really care about that sort of thing, she cares more about her, her siblings and her hobbies and grades. she was fostered by shane and ilya and then adopted when she was 11. She wants to be a lawyer and if that does not work out.....there is no backup plan, she WILL be a lawyer. She does not date, she does like guys but guys can always wait, a degree cant. She is like a mini version of ilya, so that is shane's problem

Katrina Amma Rozanova

Born on september 19, she is a Virgo, born in Montreal. she never knew her mom other then the fact she was young and left her in a light pink blanket near a fire station. Katrina goes by Kat, she plays the trumpet and the piano. Katrina was a baby when shane and ilya fostered her, she was a toddler when they adopted her. Katrina get good grades, she has some friends, she hangs out with her siblings more then her parents. Kat is their youngest. Kat is a Ice Skater, Pro. She is questioning who she likes and what she likes, sometimes she will look at a good looking man and be attracted to him and then the next she would do the same thing for a woman. Kat has medical problems, fibromyalgia. she was diagnosed when she was 10, shane and ilya would sleep in her bed, close to her, they would help her sit up. One time Ilya was helping kat sit up when his hand shook a little, shane, in the corner fluffing her pillow noticed, ilya and shane whispered and then ilya gave kat a faint smile and left the room. shane helped her sit up.

What Kat did not know was that when Ilya left he went to the bathroom. The moment the bathroom door shut, the strength drained out of him. Ilya leaned forward, gripping the edge of the sink. For a few seconds he just stared at the tile floor. His chest rose sharply. He turned the faucet on so the sound of water filled the room. Then he pressed the heels of his hands into his eyes. A breath came out of him that sounded almost like a broken laugh. "God…" His voice cracked. He wiped his face roughly, but the tears came anyway. Ilya was the kind of man who could handle blood on the ice, broken bones, screaming crowds, chaos. But watching Kat try to sit up like it hurt just to exist? That destroyed him. His thoughts ran in circles.

She’s ten. Ten years old and already hurting like this. He leaned both hands on the sink again, shoulders shaking slightly. I’m supposed to fix things. That’s what fathers do. He splashed cold water on his face. But I can’t fix this. Another tear slipped down despite the water. He thought about the night they got her. Her big brown eyes looking at them, Crying so softly it barely sounded like a cry. He remembered how small she had been when they first fostered her. How she grabbed his finger with her whole hand. And now she was upstairs trying not to cry because her body hurt. Ilya clenched his jaw. "Not fair," he muttered quietly in Russian.

After a minute, there was a soft knock. Shane’s voice came through the door. "Hey." Ilya inhaled deeply and opened the door a little. Shane leaned against the hallway wall, arms folded. He looked at Ilya’s face for half a second. That was enough. "She didn’t see," Shane said gently. Ilya nodded once. They stood there quietly for a moment. Shane spoke again. "She’s asking if you’re coming back." Ilya rubbed the back of his neck. "I will." Shane took a step closer, he took "Hey…"