Chapter 21

Vladimir I sat patiently in the club, a bottle of whiskey untouched on a table and a clean shot glass beside it. The place was still quiet as the party wouldn’t start until later in the evening, but the loud whispers from the ‘Marys’ standing in front of their poles while throwing flirtatious glances at me constantly reminded me that I wasn’t alone. I could tell that they were making bets about the first person I’d call to keep me company.