Still surprised looking at Luka's number on my phone, it took me a while to reason out what was happening, and I finally decided to answer the call.
—Luka? —I ask in a whisper.
—Where are you? —he asks.
This is strange, on the other end of the line it is easy for me to recognize Luka's voice with that somewhat thick but equally attractive voice. However this time, he sounds a bit agitated, his voice cracking and much more serious than usual, while on the other end of the line in the middle of his voice I can hear the wind and sounds somewhat far away from what seems to be a road, Where the hell is Luka at this hour in Russia?
—At... At my grandparents' house, in California, as I told you... —I answer him a little bit fearful, because of the strange situation we were in.
—Claire, I nee
