As we approach the club, Olga and Boris pull up beside us, ready to join in on the night's festivities. Demetri guides us through a private entrance, a privilege afforded to him as the owner of the club. Inside, the familiar faces of the employees greet us with nods and hellos, their attention briefly drawn to the distinctive necklace around my neck.
Making our way to the bar, Demetri orders his usual vodka along with shot glasses, signaling the start of our evening. With drinks in hand, we make our way to the VIP section, where the night promises to unfold in a blur of laughter, music, and shared moments. The vodka flows smoothly.
As the night progresses and the drinks flow freely, Demetri reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out some joints, a mischievous glint in his eyes. With a
