Katerina
After spending a few hours at the club, Dmitriy drove us back. He made sure not to drink much either, so he would be able to safely drive.
Like a gentleman, he helped me out of the truck, then Dmitriy kept a hold of my hand and insisted, “Come with me to my house. Our date is not over yet.”
I was definitely nervous as hell, but I agreed to his request and let him lead me inside. The first thing I noticed was the organization and cleanliness.
It looked like one of those homes you would see on a real estate website. Everything had a place, and there wasn’t a spot of dust anywhere. Nor was there a single dirty dish anywhere in sight.
As I walked around the living room, admiring the Russian art decorating the walls, Dmitriy went over to his minibar and
