All Chapters of Malyshka: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

We arrived in Copenhagen really early in the morning after an overnight coach ride. I was really hating having to travel overnight because I could barely sleep. Sasha didn’t have a problem sleeping but now I suspected it had to do with travelling for hockey. Luckily we were able to check in as soon as we arrived. Sasha had asked Lyosha to room us together and his friend had done right by him. As soon as we dropped off our bags I plopped down onto the bed, closing my eyes while Sasha was in the bathroom. I hadn’t planned on falling asleep, but the drive there had completely drained me.

While Sasha went out for a run, I took an audio walking tour of Danish mythology. I downloaded an app onto my phone and popped in my earphones. I walked around for over an hour admiring the statues, the architecture, and the stories.Then I met with my brother Jamie’s friend who had agreed to give me a crash course in Danish pastries.‘Bon

Sasha had packed my bags before I woke. He had chosen some of my clothes for me to wear for the coach ride over to Sweden, it laid neatly folded on the desk. I took a quick shower, got ready and we headed out for breakfast.We sat together on the coach looking out over the Oresund Bridge into the Scandinavian strait. It was a surreal feeling of being on a bridge and seeing nothing but water with no end in sight. Once we reached the man made island at the end of the bridge I gasped as we were about to go underwater in a tunnel. Wild scenarios started to play through my mind as I imagined the tunn

SASHA'S POVWe spent most of the day in bed, making out, making love, and making promises. The sun shone brightly outside inviting us to take part in the day, but I couldn’t muster the effort. I didn’t even go for a run that morning as Avery gripped me tightly while she slept afraid I would slip her grasp. I made us some bagels for breakfast and we ate them in bed. It wasn’t until mid afternoon that Avery got up to make us some supper.‘Don’t get dressed’ I pleaded with her.‘Uh-uh, I’m not cooking naked’ she shook her head, ‘That’s incredibly dangerous, if you watched my show, you should know that I can be incredibly clumsy when I’m cooking’. I laughed remembering an episode where she accidentally hit an open bottle of whiskey onto the burner and the whole thing caught up in flames. She was surprised by the flames but calmly turned the element off while people rushed into the kitchen to extinguish them.‘Well if you’re going to be dressed, do you want me to film you making supper so

My first semester was incredibly busy. I had 5 classes and several of them wound up on the same day. I was a little overwhelmed to be stepping so far outside of my comfort zone. Being a cook was all I had known my whole life. But now I was moving into completely unfamiliar terrain. Nursing had always intrigued me. I could soothe the soul with food, but now I wanted to do more hands on healing. I had decided to live with Sam and drive the 45 minutes to university each day. I felt that I was too old to be living on campus and I didn’t really want to get an apartment close to the school. Plus staying with Sam meant I was close to the restaurant and could fill in when I was needed or just pop in to do some prep for the week during my down time.My first class on Monday morning was a health introduction course where the curriculum included learning about the different resources available at the university, how to write papers according to the American Psy