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“Who are you here to see?” they ask

“Fyodor fucking Yashin!” I roar

“Shhh!” the eyes demand “Why didn’t you say so?”

The eye slot whooshes shut and I wait impatiently as the thick metal door is unlocked

“Come on in—hey!” I hardly wait for the invitation before I push my way in

“Where’s Yashin?” I ask, studying the hly stylized ns line the red brick walls, casting faint shadows over the poker tables and liquor cabinets

“He’ll be right with ya!” says the skinny youngwith a black, buttoned up cardigan, and his eyes dart around the empty room like he’s surprised we’re the only ones here

“Where the hell did he go?” the errand boy whispers to himself

As if on cue, a door at the far end of the rooh The girl giggles as the hty girl, Marina” he teases, nibbling on the ski woman’s neck

I clear h for both of them to hear

Marina yelps in surprise, but theback to the curvaceous boot work to do”

He nibbles on her ear then sends her back through the doorith a slap on the ass She giggles the whole way out

“Yashin, I presu out on I’ for you Cat, I swear it if only these i enough to send ht direction

“Please, calland I hesitantly shake his hand

“Aleksey, get our guest a drink!” he shouts overtowards the liquor cabinet when I put up my palm in rejection