Chapter Twenty-Two: Saint Petersburg and Moscow:

This is the last stop before we leave Europe. Finally, we come to Russia and see how Tony, Polly, and Andi are doing. It’s nighttime in Russia now and day two is about to come to a close.

-Saint Petersburg-

Andi sat at the bar in the packed nightclub. She needed to take a break. Sure dancing on the dancefloor with other girls was good but there was such thing as too much of a good thing. Right now, Andi just wanted to be alone. The woman quietly looked around for the exit. Would it be bad if she slipped away while her friends were still partying? She thought about it.

It was then Andi noticed someone sitting next to her. Against her better judgement, she turned her head. He looked so cheesy. The suit. The slicked back black hair. The gold in his teeth. The toothpick hanging out of it. Andi rolled her eyes. She could see where this was going.

“No thank you, I already have a drink,” Andi said as clearly as she could. She held up her glass to show that she meant it. The man lowered his shades and whistled.

“Who said I wanted to get you a drink?” he asked. “I just wanted to keep you company. You looked so lonely.” Andi rolled her eyes. One of those men, huh?

“Well, I am not lonely,” she said. “I’m with my friends. Nice talking to you.” Andi slid off the stool and started walking away. But then, the guy grabbed her by the wrist. The woman whipped her head around. The man grinned at her.

“Hey!” Andi said.

“Come on, honey,” he said. “Don’t be like that.” He tried to lean in for a kiss. She screamed and slapped him the face.

“You bitch!” the man growled. But Andi was already gone. The man looked around clicked his tongue.

Meanwhile, Andi managed find her friends. One of them looked up and saw her.

“What happened to you?” she asked over the music. Andi didn’t say anything as she started to dance to Christmas remixes. Maybe she didn’t need to be too alone.

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-Moscow-

“Good night,” Tony said. “See you tomorrow.” He closed the door and took a breath. He leaned against the door.

“I thought they would never leave,” Tony said. “Don’t get me wrong. I love the family but they are exhausting.” Polly looked up from on the couch. She didn’t say anything with an empty glass in her hand. Her husband smiled.

“You know something?” he asked. “I’m not completely tired tonight.” He walked over to the couch. Polly raised an eyebrow at him. Tony sat down next to her on the couch. He put his arm around her shoulders. The man leaned in for a kiss. Polly gently pushed him off.

“Not tonight,” she said. The woman got up and walked out of the living room. Tony frowned at her back.

“Are we going to do it tomorrow night?” he asked. Polly waved him off as she walked down the hall in their small apartment. Tony leaped to his feet and followed behind when the bedroom door closed.