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I waited for Leonid to say what else he wanted The real reason he’d called ive me personal thanks for the job I’d done

“Come, have a drink with me”

Before I could’ve said anything—not that I would’ve declined the invitation, which would’ve been in bad for past me and out the door I followed the pack out of his office, the soldier co up behind me as we made our way toward one of the elite rooms On the door, a beautiful script in Russian ritten in gold leaf

A???????? Anastasia

The double doors swung open as if on their own, and I followed Leonid inside He headed straight toward the bar that stretched along the entire back wall, the decor in Anastasia all black-lacquered and golden accents

I noticed a drunk and boisterous man off to the side, his Bratva tattoos visible on his ar member His voice was slurred as he shouted in Russian at the sex workers who’d been brought in as entertainment His words were crude and sexual, and it was clear by his heavy-handed intoxication that he was probably a violent drunk

I curledone of the wole practiced if not forced

There were a handful of other Russian men in the rooars they s a dangerous, sloppy at, and a lot of ed for “extras”

The furniture was set up in several loose circles of couches and chairs,on the leather with barely dressed women perched on their laps An elaborate crystal chandelier hung fro across the roos

A fire roared between two large, dark couches, the flickering, low light casting shadows but unable to hide the debauchery currently taking place Wo to become half-dressed as their breasts were exposed, hands disappearing into laps and through open flies and unbuttoned slacks

The sar shter sounding in my ears When ere at the bar, I kept my body sideways so I could see the entire rooht hand free in case I needed it to pull un out And then I just stared at Leonid as he ordered four glasses of whiskey As the drinks were being filled, Leonid gave ht, his incisors a little too sharp