Alexei Vasiliev

I walk into the country club, wearing my best suit. I look around with a glare as I try to spot her. Lots of wealthy, snobby people stand around, talking with glasses of champagne in their hands. So stupid. I spot her across the room, standing next to him, that stupid man that her father has picked out. He has his arm around her waist as she looks down at the ground. I walk over, stopping in front of them Pchelka, you look lovely tonight.