The 4th CRIME

Chapter 4

Russia was the furthest on my list of places to move to. I loved home. South Korea was beautiful and the people were like me. I had my family, I had my girlfriend, I had my friends and I worked as a professor at one of the main universities. 

It had come unexpectedly- the job offer. Mee had surprised me with it during one of our dinner dates. She had prepared all of my favourite meals, she bought my favourite drinks and after we'd had dinner and I was laying down beside her on her spacious bed with nothing but the sheets around us, she handed me a white envelope. 

I didn't want to come to Russia but when I saw the pay, it was an offer I couldn't refuse. 

"I also got a job," she began as she planted a kiss on my cheek, "my accounting firm is taking me to Russia for 5 years," she said to me, "I thought we should go together." 

And that's how I ended up here, in this classroom listening to these teenagers talk about their role models. I didn't mind teaching, I loved it, but there's a reason I chose teaching university students. University students are more mature and more independent. So I don't need to be babying anyone. It's either you do the work or you don't, and if you don't, you fail and that's not my problem. 

Yet with high schoolers it was a totally different thing. I was given a scope about how students should do in the subject, what they should do and why they should do it. There were rules on top of rules on top of more rules. 

The standard was high and the students were well behaved, well, most of them. 

"Well done, Kristina, that was well said," I commented as I smiled and clapped for one of the many blonde haired students with a happy smile. 

"Natalya, you're next," I said as I looked at the girl who has been a bit tough. I won't say she's a problem, just a tad bit difficult, but I'm sure I can deal with her with some time. 

I'd been staring at her the entire time the other students gave their speeches. This entire school is majority white, it is Russia after all and she was the only black person I've seen this entire time I've been in Russia. Of course, I've met black people before, even back at Korea, one of my colleagues was black and I had other black students from other countries, studying for a better chance at travelling the world and getting to know different cultures. 

Yet at Russia seeing a black person was rare, the same as seeing a Korean; I'm certain. Natalya- shamelessly- I admit is extremely beautiful. Her hair is in braids, a style that Mee had tried but I'd laughed because she looked crazy and couldn't pull it off, her lips were full, her eyes were so beautiful. When I'd leaned it, they looked blue, then green, and then blue again, they just kept changing colour and it was amazing. She has the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen. 

She stood from her place, her uniform looking much better on her curvy perfect body compared to everyone else who stuck to how the school instructed to wear the uniform yet couldn't pull it off like she did. She was confident, her head held high, her hair in a perfect high ponytail, her shoulders square and her hands by her sides as she stood in the front of the class. 

"A multibillion dollar empire, the best cars, the biggest homes, the most workers and the most investments in the top companies in the European continent. All of this was achieved by a man I have the blessing of calling my father. 

Joseph Hutcherson is nothing short of a man who's achieved more than what many cannot achieve and will never achieve. He's a man who goes after what he wants, and makes sure he gets there. He got to the top and stayed there. 

This is who my role model is and who I aspire to be. I hope to achieve more than he has, expand his name so that the entire world will know of the mighty Joseph Hutcherson, my father, of course, they'll know of me as well." 

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I sighed as I walked into my apartment that I was sharing with Mee. Even though the board at Rossiyskaya Akademiya Obrazovaniya had offered me my own apartment, I had declined the offer, wanting to spend time with Mee and be around her because she was the only person I knew here. 

"Hey baby," she greeted me, speaking our mother tongue as she walked to me and I wrapped my arms around her as I leaned down and kissed her. She moaned as she gripped my biceps and pulled away, her cheeks flushed as she looked up at me. 

"How was your day?" I asked her as I moved her black silky hair from her face, cradling her face in my hands. 

Every day that I look at Mee, I wonder how I ever got so lucky with such a beautiful and successful woman. Mee had always been the popular rich girl and I was from a poor family. Everything about her was perfect. From her kind yet delicate and ladylike smile to the way her eyes crinkled when she laughed was dream worthy. She had a long pointy nose, thin lips and cheeks that always had a tint of blush. Her features were delicate but she was able to harden them in her professional setting of being an accountant so that she can be taken seriously.

She rolled her eyes, "hated it," she complained, "it's too cold. How was your day, my love?" 

She laughed when she seen my facial expression, "not good?" I shook my head and she nodded as she began to unbutton my shirt, always so eager to see me shirtless, "should I make it better?" She asked me and I know I shouldn't refuse, but I've got work to do and I need to understand a little bit of Russian so that I can at least be able to meet my students who struggle in English halfway. Then I've got to start setting up assignments, preparing for parents teachers night. With Mee, once we start, she won't want to let me go. 

"Maybe later," I replied, smelling food all the way from the kitchen as I took her hands off me and walked to the kitchen and opened the pots like a young boy, smiling when I saw what she was cooking. 

After that, I excused myself into our bedroom. I closed the door behind me and began to strip, letting out a breath as I walked around the room to the shower. I closed the bathroom door behind me, finding a magazine on the toilet. I began to run the shower, waiting for the water to become warm as I stood and picked up the magazine again and paged through it. 

There was a cartoon at the end, which I looked over but my eyes stopped on the brown skinned cartoon with big beautiful eyes and I paused, as my mind wandered to a certain brown skinned girl with beautiful eyes and perfect features. 

I blinked and threw the magazine down as though I had been burnt as I shook my head harshly and let out a heavy breath.

What was that?

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