15 - Crushed in the metallic embrace

«How much longer?» I ask impatiently, addressing the driver who's been taking Rebecca and me to the designated location for the cocktail with Anastasia for over thirty minutes. She's following us in the car behind.

«Don't rush,» he replies calmly. «You can't expect to enjoy a quiet cocktail with an international star in a downtown bar. A special venue has been selected, fully booked by Ms. Orlova for this event. We're almost there.»

Rebecca and I exchange a quick glance. A venue in a secluded area, entirely reserved for us? With no one else around? All because we supposedly won—without much explanation—a mysterious contest we'd never heard of until tonight and which only Rebecca and I managed to win? This is going way too smoothly. Either I'm the luckiest guy alive, or...