"Hello," the young woman timidly greeted the man, who examined her from head to toe as she stood in front of him.
"Hello, doll," the man returned the greeting, bringing the rim of the glass to his lips and taking a slow sip, never taking his eyes off her.
"Girl, where is your table? Don't interrupt..."
"I'm not a girl!" the Russian interrupted angrily, the tip of her nose reddened with rage.
"Alright, leave her," the man intervened, signaling to the men behind him. "Would you like to have a drink with me?" he asked, fixing his gaze on the girl.
"Yes," she nodded with a smile, taking a seat in front of him on an individual sofa.
"Which one do you prefer? Vodka? Brandy? Whiskey?" he inquired, aware that the girl in front of him already seemed a bit tipsy.
"Anything is fine," she repl
