24
ATHENA
“You know I used to be like you once…. Pretty, naïve and prone to fantasy…., always waiting for the knight in shining armour to come and save me.” The girl whips her head back towards my direction.
I take a swig of my drink and look in her direction, towards those awfully familiar eyes, “You’re not Russian,” she says.
“Way to state the obvious princess, the accent kind of gives it away doesn’t it?” her hazel eyes slowly look me up and down, she investigates my appearance, trying to decipher what I am, an ally or a foe, my ruby red dress hugs my figure like a glove, I’m dressed to kill, Literally.
“What is an Italian doing here, in Moscow, in a bar that I own, I’m sure you already know that I despise Italians and I happen to be the head of my Bravta, sounds like you’re dumber than you look, princess.”