“This is now what I call a proper date,” she said, “Sipping cocktails while a good-looking guy has his hand on my leg. “No. Porn No, no most definitely not.”
“Why not?” Yulia pursued the line of questioning with vigour. Oh my, you are important man, make me feel like my job is so small.”
Once again Anatol found himself wondering why Yulia wasn’t a model, earning a fortune all over the world. Once the drinks are delivered, Yulia called Mr Han to come closer so that she could whisper into his ear. They kept turning and glancing behind them, and one of them almost fell over his own feet. Anatol was full, but in truth his mind was already on other things. “Is it always this quiet here?” he said by way




















