Chapter 3: Romance and Fried Chicken
Vincent’s expression brightened. “I’m all for learning new things. You really have a technique for tiny little bathrooms?”
“Soviet bathrooms are smaller than American ones.” Nikoloz reached for Vincent’s shirt buttons. He was hungry for the sight of his lover. “And less sanitary. This technique was developed for use in a train compartment.”
Vincent unbuckled Nikoloz’s trousers and let them drop to the floor. “Woo, woo, baby!”
Nikoloz looked at him blankly.
“You know…woo woo…train whistle…never mind.” Vincent stripped Nikoloz’s light sweater over his head. “Damn, I love seeing all of you, Kolenka.”
“And I, you, Vikushka.” Nikoloz unfastened Vincent’s trousers. He tugged the undershirt off. “Why do Americans wear so many clothes?”
“More fun to take
