Our flight to Norway was just as exhausting, if not even more tiresome, than from when we went to Paris for his mother’s fashion show. Alexei was pretty annoying and was either seen playing video games or flirting with one of the flight attendants like some ridiculous 80’s playboy on a Saturday night.
They had a house back in Norway so we didn’t have to stay at a hotel to my utter pleasure. Staying in a hotel would simply mean that there’s gonna be more risk, and well, more girls. At least with the mansion they’ve got, the only risk that it probably has are the wolves lurking around at the forest.
And I think it would honestly hurt less if the wolves just take a piece of Alexei than if the mafia catches up on us, whatever that means.
When we landed, we had to ride a helicopter all the w
