Just as my eyes were adjusting to the darkness of the bar that was playing the anthem of the Moscow Olympics, it was back in 1980, I had just entered high school, I felt a crack on the back of my head.
'You will never see who I am now,' said the Russian, in her husky voice.
'And you will never fuck her either,' said Vlad, who put a pillowcase over my head.
Max, are you around?
All I could hear was muffled cries.
'They wrapped my head in a pillowcase.'
I heard Vlad call his thugs, from the cellar, 'Help me drag these two spies.'
We were unceremoniously dragged down the steps, our heads hitting each step along the way.
I could smell Vodka.
And perfume.
'And this is where the torture begins,' said the Russian, who pulled the pillowcase off my head.
I was gobsmacked.
She was dressed up as a dominatrix, high boots, a black latex suit, and a mask covering her head. She had penetrating blue eyes and full lips with crimson lipstick.
'And I'm gunna whip you good.'
What about Max, I asked.
'Don't worry about Max,' said Vlad, 'he paid for this whole set up!'
'You will never see who I am now,' said the Russian, in her husky voice.
'And you will never fuck her either,' said Vlad, who put a pillowcase over my head.
Max, are you around?
All I could hear was muffled cries.
'They wrapped my head in a pillowcase.'
I heard Vlad call his thugs, from the cellar, 'Help me drag these two spies.'
We were unceremoniously dragged down the steps, our heads hitting each step along the way.
I could smell Vodka.
And perfume.
'And this is where the torture begins,' said the Russian, who pulled the pillowcase off my head.
I was gobsmacked.
She was dressed up as a dominatrix, high boots, a black latex suit, and a mask covering her head. She had penetrating blue eyes and full lips with crimson lipstick.
'And I'm gunna whip you good.'
What about Max, I asked.
'Don't worry about Max,' said Vlad, 'he paid for this whole set up!'
