A STUD FOR ANASTASIA
The bitter cold wind slapped the smile from Chase as he experienced his first breath of Russian air. He had been traveling for nearly thirty six hours straight and he desperately needed fresh air. Chase wasn't prepared for the biting cold.
This ain't Los Angeles, that's for sure! He thought to himself, inhaling the razor sharp bitterness.
Chase left Los Angeles International Airport at 10:25 AM on Tuesday morning. He arrived at McCarran International Airport at 11:45 AM and had a five hour and forty minute layover in Las Vegas. Just enough time for him to consider racing to the Strip to play a few slots, but he resisted the temptation and played a few games in the airport casino. Finally, he left McCarran at 5:25 PM for an overnight flight. At 1:35 PM on Wednesday h
