My Ice Prince - стр. 10
– It wasn't easy. You know you have to come to the interview in person, and I was afraid that my offer to do it over Skype would be rejected. But I took precaution and sent them a certificate that I have a severe form of bronchitis and for health reasons…
– Where did you get it from, you wretch? – Maria laughed.
– I forged it, of course! But I did not lie so much: I am forbidden to go outside our garden, if I am not with my parents or one of you. Well, I'll tell you more: I was interviewed on Skype, they asked me questions, sometimes stupid and illogical, but I answered them all, and it was not easy for me… I was so excited that I forgot many English words! But they praised me for my interesting answers and said that my English was very funny: correct, but with a Polish accent. I sent my documents online, and now I just need to transfer the money for my studies, but Martin said he would take care of it!
– Clever girl. And what college did you get into?
– St John's College, philosophy department.
Maria propped her chin up with her palm and sighed.
– I went there once… But that was fifty years ago» she said, closing her eyes dreamily. – Oh, what parties were organised there!
– Fifty years ago? But Mścislav advised me…» I began in surprise, not understanding my brother's logic.
– He did the right thing! Yes, I studied at St. John's fifty years ago, but only three years ago I graduated from another college – All Saints'. By the way, your sister was a big name there!
– Then why don't you tell me about living in a university flat? – I asked.
– What? – Maria looked at me in disbelief. – I've heard about it, but I thought you were joking.
I shrugged silently.
– 'My naive little sister, you're not living in a university flat! You know what? I'll find you a nice family to rent you a flat – it's much better than living among mortal girls. Besides, your social circle should be strictly limited to teachers and tutors.
– Why do you think so? – I asked unhappily, because in my dreams I was already safely ensconced in my university flat.
– Because you don't belong in the circle of mortals. Especially among girls. Living in a sorority is horrible. It's not what you see in the films, believe me. I lived in a university flat for a year and then I moved into a private flat. I couldn't get along there, and you certainly can't.
– Thank you for your support! – I exclaimed wryly.
Maria smiled sweetly and continued packing her clothes into her suitcase.
– I don't mean that you are weak. I'm saying that living in a university flat, you won't be able to eat properly» she explained.
Eat? I'd forgotten about that… No, I hadn't thought about it, because I'd always eaten at home, not caring how the blood got on our table or in our glasses. Well, my table, because my parents only ate on the hunt.
– No one is going to serve you fresh blood in a nice bottle» Maria added, probably noticing my confusion.
– But… How am I supposed to eat? – I frowned.
– If you rent a flat, you'll find a way. In fact, I think it's time for you to get your own blood.
– You mean killing people? – I clarified.
– Yes, killing. But I'm worried about how you'll do it: no one taught you how to hunt. That's a parental failure!
– I don't think killing is that hard» I replied calmly. – Martin has told me a thousand times about killing. Especially the case of the German postman: I've heard about it dozens of times and in the most vivid colours.