The Day We All Saw Better Times [English]

It feels like as if there was some certain darkness upon her bright golden field. Two conflicts, no, THREE conflicts, one dispute after another, and your younger brother shutting down your natural gas supply for not paying the bill on time. Quite alot of shit was going in between Vasylyna and Ivan, and it had begun to really take a toll. It was almost like a repeat in history where she had faced him several times. Seriously, can't he just learn to leave her alone for just once? He already stole about half of her land, and then her people say that Russia is the true legitiment person of the Kievan Rus. The true heir. LIES. All of them, COMPLETE lies!!! The Ukrainian smoked a bit as she felt a bit stressed out. Placing the cigarette butt to her mouth, she lit the ash and begun to smoke. She looked out at the distance of the fields and sighed softly before she groaned a bit. The breasts were not the only problem with her back, no, it was the entire way of living. All of it, all of it was just bullshit. Seriously.

Vasylyna looked at the time on her phone, and it was 7:30, maybe it was time for some breakfast. Nah, she decided to just stay on the front porch and drank a bit of her vodka that she had near her on the bench and took a swig of it. She hope eventually someone would actually come by and talk to her. Vasylyna lived further way from Kiev so she wouldn't have to get into that political scramble there between the Russians and Ukrainians living there. She lived in one of her homes near Lyiv, and close to Poland, since she felt much more safer than she did back over in Kiev. Besides, if anyone were to attack her, she would be able to defend herself. People thought she was some sort of squishy crybaby. Well, people were quite wrong. She's very strong, quite brave and quite headstrong about certain situations. Sure her kindness might get ahead of herself, but she would have no trouble to point her gun at the invader's face.

Emma looked around as she saw the beautiful golden fields. Surely this was just not the beauty of Ukraine's mighty wheat fields! She surely had something else than just this! Emma felt the wheat and softly smiled. Yup, this was indeed it. Emma thought the Ukrainian woman was hot, and her dream was to just grope her and feel her flesh naked. That would just be the dream that would stream her heart out! Now, of course there are other good looking women out there. Even if Emma didn't get the Ukrainian, she would still have wooed her and such. She just loved to flirt with women in general, and is quite poli that she can't keep to one relation.

Vasylyna glanced out at whom was on their way to her front porch. She slightly gave a soft smile noticing it was Emma. Vasylyna's breasts bounced slightly as she got up and stretched her back muscles so she can feel the stiffness just disappear. Vasylyna hoped that the stiffness won't prevent her from working on the fields a bit more. She glanced at the Belgian before she observed that she was viewing the golden fields herself. Indeed, the fields were quite beautiful. But if there is one person whom was not more beautiful than life itself, it has to be Emma.

Vasylyna always shared a mutual interest in the Belgian for she always believed that she just had that beauty that was hiding within her. It was Emma that made her eyes hunger to see just more of her than just in that outfit. She wanted to see her in her dresses, perhaps those beautiful sparkly ones, hell, she even imagined her naked half the time! Controlling her urge to nosebleed or drool, the Ukrainian shook her head and stood a bit in military fashion, and went towards the Belgian softly. Ever step she made, her breasts bounced, like as if they were like soft marshmallows. Though they appear soft, they're actually tough, considering the fact that she was a Cossack back in the days, and used to be more militarily active than she is now. Sure, she is still militarily active and prepared to fight Russia, but even still, she stood aware of her surroundings. "Dobryy denʹ!, Emma!" she said to the Belgian. "Enjoying the view of my fields?"