Hiiiii! So, it's Monday.

I just wanted to tell you guys that I woke up with this M scene in my head and maybe not so many important things will happen in this chapter, you may consider that, but I just couldn't resist not to write that scene. Hope you'll enjoy it :)

And dear cloclovilla, thanks a lot for pointing that out. I took care of it :)

I like how much attention you guys pay to everything.

Until Wednesday, have a nice week!

Lots of love!

"Hey, are you sure I should pick up?" I ask as I show him the screen. "Maybe it's one of your other lovers, huh?" I say as I raise my eyebrows playfully. I feel like teasing, even though I kind of have the feeling it might be someone who really wants to know something about us at this quite late hour. I am so sick of this shit and I am going to give the caller a piece of my mind. Let's see if he would have the courage to call again.

He puts back in the water the bowl he was taking care of and throws me a hurt glance. Ups. I just tried to make a joke and without thinking, my mouth spoke shit and I touched a sore spot. Fuck! I should really think things better before I open my mouth. Maybe I should get myself some taser collar so I would get an electrical shock each time I speak shit and like that, I would get rid of this bad habit of mine.

I hurriedly go to him, trying to repair my mistake and round my arms on his torso from behind and lift myself on my toes to get my chin to rest on his shoulder. "I am sorry, comrade. It was just a very bad joke. I really didn't mean it." and he forgives me with a little kiss on my cheek.

But our little moment is being spoiled by a nagging sound. That damn phone is still ringing. I hoped that the caller would give up if I don't respond soon enough, but that didn't happen. So I unglue myself from Dimitri, I slide and answer the damn call.

"Mi-" and there goes my initial official polite introduction because the interlocutor rudely stops me. Nice. Another hurried man who is getting straight to business. Let's see what he has to ask us today.

"Hey, Belikov." The caller says with venom in his voice. Okay, this is one frustrated journalist. I am so going to add some more frustration to that when I am going to start yelling at him. "I called to check on you again. We can't maintain this friendship if we don't talk to each other and quite some time passed since we talked last time. How is it going? Perfect like always, no?" the man says and I can feel resentment filling each of his words. Who is this? And why does his voice sounds faintly familiar to me? I don't remember talking with him lately, even though there were quite a bunch of people who called and I can't be sure. "Unlike me, you are living your biiiiig fucking perfect life without any worries, right?" I try to make a sound, just to get him to stop and to make a sense of what shit he is speaking, but he just doesn't stop. He is driven by some rage and spills the words into the speaker. "What now? You are probably enjoying your night with a glass of expensive wine along with your bitch, right? Enjoy them while you still can, Belikov. While you still have them! And know that you are not going to get away with this! You took everything away from me. And I am going to come for you. Be sure about that. I am going to make you pay! I'll take everything from you too, be sure of that. Just like you did to me. An eye for an eye, my friend. I won't stop until you will beg me to. I will show you no mercy. And I'll start with that little girl of yours. Your beloved Rose. She's not like the others you had before. You really care for her, right? She's your weak spot. And I will hit you where it will hurt you the most. You won't be able to protect her forever. I will take her away from you somehow, just wait for it. We both will pay you back for everything you did."

I gasp at these words and my hands start to tremble. I have to lean on the counter in order to keep myself steady on my feet because my legs turned to spaghetti. It is hard for me to breathe and my heart is about to explode. What does this man mean? What has Dimitri done to him? You took everything away from me. He said that. What did Dimitri take from him? I don't believe Dimitri would do such a thing to no one. He's too good to do something like ruining someone's life. And what do I have to do with his sick revenge plan? I would never turn against Dimitri. He said that he would take me away from Dimitri. Does he really think I would help him hurt Dimitri? Not in a million years.

"What? Don't you have anything to say now? Last time you were graphic enough. Where has all your courage disappeared? Are you already getting cold feet? Aren't you going to come after me anymore? Of course, not that you would be able to find me, but do your best my friend." that man continues to speak and I can't find a proper answer for him. I just simply look at Dimitri, bewildered.

Dimitri looks at me too and puts the dish he was washing back down.

"What is wrong?" he asks and I snap out of my bewilderment.

"Say something Belikov!" the man yells at me and I comply with his orders on an instant.

"I, I- Who are you?"

"Oh, fuck, it was that little bitch who answered!" the man says lastly and ends the call, leaving me completely clueless about his identity.

I put the phone down on the counter and look at Dimitri once more. All of a sudden, I begin to cry, fear creeping into my chest. What does that man want from us? What bad have we done?

Dimitri comes to me fast and puts his hands on my shoulders. "Hey. Rose. Hey. Look at me. What happened? Tell me." I can feel the water getting through my T-shirt and touching my heated skin. I give him a blank stare and piece him together as I blink, trying to get rid of the damn tears falling from my eyes.

"It- it was a man. Do…do you get threatening calls often, Dimitri?"

His face turns dark. "No." he responds way too fast for his answer to be the truth. "No, I don't. Not at all." He continues, trying to be reassuring. And I want to argue with his answer but I don't. Fine. He may be used to things like this but I am not. I am freaking out big time. "What did he say to you?"

I tell him everything that man told me, word by word and as I relieve that moment, the reality hits me as I get to make sense of the threats that man made. Of their seriousness. And they don't bring me much happiness. If he ever gets to do what he promised, my life and Dimitri's would be completely ruined. Hell, he was seconds away from saying that he will kill us both.

"I don't know who he is. Do you? And I have no connection with this man and I'll never will, I swear to God, Dimitri. I have no idea why he said that I would help him anyhow. I never would. What does he want from you? Do you know who he is? Did you really do something to him? Who is he? Tell me something." I have a little panic attack and I remain breathless.

"I know you wouldn't, Rose, I know." he cups my cheeks and looks me in the eyes; and the more I look into that brown deepness, the more I calm down and my breath steadies a little. "Everything is fine now, okay?" he says reassuringly and I nod, believing him even though the fear in my chest doesn't go away. How could it go away? Someone just threatened us. You won't be able to protect her forever. Those words keep on ringing in my head. Gosh, what is going to happen next? "And I have no idea who this man is." wow, so many enemies he has that he lost count? This situation doesn't bring me much happiness. How many of them are out there anyway? "But you don't have to worry, Roza. Nothing bad will happen to you, alright?" he says and takes me into his warm embrace and rocks me left and right like a little frightened child. "I won't let anything bad happen to you. I'll always take care of you. No matter what." His words are reassuring enough to make me feel safe for now.

We have this little habit of not sleeping the nights and hanging out into the immense balcony until late at night, staying together and just being next to each other. At least, this is what we have done for the past the nights and I can't get enough of it.

So now it is around eleven and I am sitting in Dimitri's embrace on one of the egg-like hanging chairs on the balcony and we are lightly rocking on it, letting the fresh coldish air encircle us. I am sitting there covered by a blanket, with my body crooked into a ball and with my head on his shoulder, his hands around me, holding me tight and soothing my skin over my clothes. I need this kind of closeness right now. He makes me feel the safest in the world. Ever since I heard that man speaking, I feel like a little kid in need of his mamma on his first day of kindergarten and I can't stop my mind from going back to that fucking conversation.

What did that man mean when he said that he would start with me? What is he going to do to me? How does he think that he could take me away from Dimitri? Does he plan to kidnap me? Does he want to hurt me? Or to kill me? Worse, what if he would hurt Dimitri? He is his principal target after all. And from his tone, I think he is capable of them all. His voice gives me the creeps each time I remember the menace he was speaking with. And the fact that I don't know who he is, is the worst thing ever. It could be anyone! I could just pass one day on the street and he could simply snatch me and take me to God knows where. Can't all of this just be a very, very, very bad joke? Can't that man just call again and laugh and tell us that we were on camera the whole time and that we were part of some twisted TV show? Please? I promise I won't kick anybody's ass for this stupid prank. I just wish it wouldn't be true.

We suddenly move. Dimitri picks me up and he is heading to the bedroom.

"Aren't we staying out for a little more? I like it there." The cold air was doing well to my solicited brain.

"No. I am taking you to bed. Maybe if you'll sleep, you won't think about that anymore and worry for nothing." Well, it's not really nothing, isn't it?

"But I wasn't-"

"Roza, I called you three times and you didn't respond. I know what is going on inside your head." nope, I don't think you do comrade; my mind is not such a great place to be into right now.

I walk my fingers across his neck. "How can you be so calm?"

He stops moving just next to the bed and kisses my forehead. "Do you trust me?" I nod. I trust him more than anything. "Then you shouldn't worry. I will take care of things."

He lays me in bed and the mattress sinks down as he climbs his side of the bed. He lays next to me and I wrap myself around him. He starts caressing my hair.

"Don't worry anymore, okay? I am going to take care of everything. We'll be fine, milaya."

DPOV begins

I keep her into my embrace until her breathing steadies. She finally fell asleep. I hate seeing her like this. She shouldn't have a single worry in the world. But now she heard Victor's threats and she wouldn't stop concerning about this. Why did I let her answer that anonymous call in the first place? I should have guessed that it could be him calling again. But again, it could have been anyone else who called. Instead, it was him. And I made her answer.

I know it was wrong, but I couldn't bring myself to tell her who the caller was. Remembering him, it would have produced further damage to her. Plus, I didn't think that he would actually call again, not after the talk I had with him the first time he called and tried to threaten me. In fact, I thought that he would have already learned his lesson to keep his distance from us the first time I ''talked'' with him in Russia and rewarded him for treating Rose the way he did with I hope at least two broken ribs. But this man just doesn't want to listen. Well, when I am going to find him, I am surely going to give him a refresher. I am boiling with anger.

Rose changes her position and turns to the other side snuggling to her pillow and when I am sure that she won't wake up from my movement, I get out of the bed and head out the balcony, taking my phone with me. I make the call I do every day or two.

"Alto speaking."

"Did you find anything?"

"No, Dimitri. Nothing." He responds discouraged. The frustration in me only grows at his words.

"How?" I ask way too irritated. I am a second away from breaking something around here. "You can't seem to find any of them, but they sure as hell can find me. Victor called me again today! On my new number. And Rose responded to him this time. Where are they hiding? Why can't you find them?"

"I'm sorry, but since they entered the States last week, I can't find any trace of them. Not after Frank…." He wants to finish that sentence but doesn't. Being reminded of that only makes my blood boil some more. I hate incompetent people who can't do their job properly. How hard can it be to follow a woman? It seems that for some people it is impossible. "It seems that they simply disappeared from the face of the earth." He continues. Oh, I will find a way to make that come true. They both are getting way too annoying now.

"What about Tasha's workplace? Her friends? How did that go?" I swear that this is like my last hope to find any of them.

"No, still nothing. She told them that she needed some free time at the same time you left to Russia with business and ever since they haven't heard a thing from her. Her friends told us that too." Just perfect. Now I have nothing left.

"Then do something! Anything! Find them already! How hard can it be?! They are just two normal people for fuck's sake! How the hell did they manage to disappear all of a sudden?" I am just very angry and I am taking it out on Stan. "I'm sorry. I am just-" I exhale hard, trying to calm myself. "Just call me when you find something. Anything that might help." There must be something, no matter how little that could help me. They can't be that good at hiding. Here must be something that slipped their attention and I will find it.

I end the call and go back to our bedroom. Before getting in bed, I take a look at Rose. She looks so peaceful now, her features relaxed, compared to all that earlier tension on her face. I want her always to be like this, carefree. As I get back to bed, she turns my way and snuggles at my chest, rounding her arms on me and burying her head into the crook of my neck. I make soothing movements on her back and she lets out a sweet sleepy growl that warms my heart.

I'll keep up to my promise, Rose. No one will hurt you. Not as long as I am here. I would do everything not to lose you.

DPOV ends

Some weeks later

We arrived early. We have twenty minutes until the business dinner begins. This is plenty of time on our hands and we would still not be late. And we are surely going to make the best of the time we have, just like we always do.

For the last couple of days, we are practically like bunnies. It's like something got into the air all of a sudden and made its effect on us. We simply can't get our hands off each other. Dimitri parked his car into the underground parking lot of the restaurant and we are now kissing and we walk our hands all over each other and I am grinding on him, trying to get things further fast. Thank God that the car has tinted windows. Not that there is anyone who could see us down here, but I appreciate the extra coverage. I have never done it into a car and this is so exciting, with all this fear of actually getting caught.

Well, I still haven't got to do it into a car. But we were so fucking close!

He already has his pants unzipped and he is reaching under my dress for my panties, but his damn phone rings. Like please, give this man a break! Ten minutes. Give him these ten fucking minutes! In the last days, his phone is constantly ringing and by default mine too. All I want is to throw them out the window. He has not a single second to chill the fuck out lately. And he is so tired all the time.

We stop and after some seconds in which he catches his breath, he answers. There is a man he is speaking with, but I can only hear this side of the line.

"Belikov" he answers, but his attention is still on me; he passes his hand through my hair and places a little kiss on my neck as I impatiently wait for him to finish and play with the edges of his belt.

"What?" he stops and his hand falls on his lap. Aw, but I liked what he was doing.

"You are kidding me, right?"

"Now?" he asks and when he gets the answer, he rolls his eyes. That's new. He doesn't do this on a usual day. This call must have annoyed him big time. And my state of spirit changes as fast as his as I realize that I might not be going to get some soon.

"Fine."

'I'll be there."

"Yeah, I just parked the car."

"Give me three minutes."

"God, I am on my way." he says ending the call and exhales hard.

"Is there something wrong?"

"We have to go up." I knew it!

I scowl. "But we were-"

"Yeah, I know. I'm sorry, Rose, but the men arrived even earlier than expected and they have already been waiting for us for twenty minutes. We have to go up now or they won't be that pleased to wait for longer."

I don't like this thing at all. I pout, get off him and out of the car and arrange myself. He gets out of the car too and after he looks perfect again, he kisses my forehead and tells me smiling: "We can finish that later." Yeah, comrade. But I want to finish it now.

We get inside and there they are, the fuckers who spoilt my fun. We greet each other and some of them even kiss my hand like the perfect gentlemen they are. Kiss all the way you want until you reach my ass. I am not forgiving you for letting me aroused and unfinished. I hope that your ladies suddenly get a headache next time you feel horny you bastards. Really now. Who the fuck arrives forty minutes early on a meeting and has the cheek to act rudely when they have to wait? Let me tell you. These people!

We get to our fancy round table and sit. There is a total of seven persons without me at the table, and I can only suffer one of them right now.

The waiter brings us wine and then the first course.

The men begin to speak heatedly and I simply listen to some parts of their conversation. I am here more for decor. I only came to accompany Dimitri and hop in if he would ever need the help. At some point, I lose track of the conversation completely and I turn my attention completely to my man. He is so tense and serious. He is not smiling at all. I don't like seeing him so stressed. And this is the only thing I get from him in the last couple of days. Tired faces. Deep sighs. Long hours spent alone as he is still at work. These men are completely draining him with a new project. And there is a constant thing that is bothering him very much, but I can't make him tell me what it is. He keeps on telling me that it is something work-related, but I get the vibes that it's not in fact. His work never seemed to get to him so much as this thing does.

But with all that, he hasn't lost his passion. He is still speaking like this thing happening right now is the most important thing in the whole world in this moment. I love this about him. Especially when I am the one he is passionate about.

We are about to get the last course and I don't know where this thought comes from but I can't help myself. It's too inciting not to try it. I am way too aroused this evening and I can't wait for this dinner to be over. Without anyone noticing, thank God that the table has a long cloth, I take off my left shoe and wiggle my fingers in the air, preparing them for what I am going to do next.

At least I have some luck tonight, as we are sitting at the table into a position that allows me to reach my foot towards Dimitri's without much trouble.

I start low and find his foot. When I touch his ankle, his glance comes over me and I smile slightly. No one noticed anything yet and I get a little more adventurous. I lift my foot and trace some lines up and down his calf. He looks at me again and subtly bites his lip. I stop for some time to make sure no one bats an eye.

Then, I turn myself a little in my chair so that I would get more access. No one questions my move. Perfect. I raise my foot one more time and trace a line on his calf, but I don't stop there this time. I get further and touch his inner thigh. His face changes a little as I move my toes on him. He gulps. But to my surprise, he doesn't pull back. My eyes get shiny when he changes his position too, pulling the chair closer to the table, leaning forward and spreading his legs a little more, giving me some more space to explore. Good, comrade; very good.

My foot ascends again and now I can prop my foot on his chair. I spend some seconds tracing little lines on his left inner thigh, slowly getting closer to the area of most interest. As I am reaching it, he starts talking with a little difficulty, taking some time to gulp and sometimes to drink some water. It's fun to see him trying to keep a hold of himself. He's good. But I am not going to stop here. I want to see how far I can take it until he can't take it anymore. I move my foot forward and reach him and his eyes widen in surprise. Oh, he is hard already, I can perfectly feel him. A smug smile appears on my face and I have to pretend to yawn or scratch my nose in order not to be observed. They would think I am crazy for smiling by myself.

I move my toes up and down, up and down as some man is speaking, giving Dimitri the time to enjoy this. His palm that is resting on the table clenches into a fist and he takes in a deep breath, looking my way. Would it be wrong if he would take me here on the table now? Yeah, maybe. I repeat the movement pressing harder on his crotch and his eyes widen. Okay, I don't know about him, but I can't take this anymore. I take my foot down and he frowns. Well, sorry to disappoint you, comrade. But wait for what's coming next, I'm sure you will like it better.

I rise and excuse myself. After I get up, before going to the bathroom, I lean over and whisper in Dimitri's ear: "Meet me in ten at the lady's room. Last stall. Knock two times twice." and I go on my way, my intestines already twirling with anticipation.

I enter the fancy bathroom and take a look at my phone. 21:47. Okay, I can wait for ten minutes, no biggie. I already waited a couple of hours. I fix my make up a little, wash my hands and pass my hands through my hair, trying to make it stay in one place, without any success. It's 21:51. I lean over the sink and wait. The bathroom is almost empty, except one stall that someone who just entered occupies. I enter mine, occupying it before someone else does and wait some more. This stall has a perfect concrete wall we can lean on and the side wooden walls are floor to ceiling long, so no one would see that there are two persons inside instead of one. 21:54. The woman exits. One minute later, the bathroom door opens again. I hear some steps that stop in front of my stall. One double knock. The second one. He came a little earlier. Well, someone is as impatient as I am. I open my door and drag him in.

"What did you tell them?"

"That you might be sick and I am coming to check on you. You know, we are about to finis-"

I place my hand on his mouth to stop him. "Enough talking. We don't have much time. And I want you to do me. Now.' I say as my hands are unbuckling his belt.

As he is getting rid of his pants and exposes himself, I lift my dress and take off my underpants.

He looks at me and growls, full of desire. "Good God, Roza." Then rounds his palm on my ass and drags me closer to him and kisses me.

Then, we move fast. He picks me up and pins me to the wall. Yeah, I choose this stall just fine. Leaning over the stalls would have made too much noise.

He slips inside me and starts moving into a slow pace as his left hand gets a hold of mine and pins it to the wall, our fingers entangled. I clench my other palm into his hair and lean my head back. I can never get tired of this sensation of fullness. His mouth finds mine and as he is thrusting me, I moan lightly in his mouth while we kiss.

Someone enters the bathroom. Fuck that shit. We don't stop. I just need to keep quiet until this woman leaves. I will give my best, I promise.

Dimitri's hand now goes to my breast and massages it over my dress. Thank God I didn't need any bra with this dress. I can only feel better his hungry touches. And I really try to keep myself as quiet as I can. On a usual day, I would already be purring his name but today I don't. Just get out fast, whoever you are. One of my hands is helping me steady myself by his shoulder and the other is playing with his hair as his mouth is busy with mine and I am happy that this thing is attenuating the sounds that I can't hold in me. He is moving faster now and I am breathing too heavily, just like I have been running for the past ten minutes. Gosh, the things this man does to me.

The woman does her thing and is now washing her hands. Thank God that she will be leaving soon. I can't hold myself quiet for longer. I never can. But her steps stop as she was heading towards the exit. Oh, maybe she forgot to check her make up or to take a selfie. Just do it fast please. And then go!

"Um, Miss? Are you alright?" oh fuck! This is an old lady speaking. Let's just hope she has a bad hearing.

Dimitri moves his kisses down on my neck, giving me the chance to speak and we need to slow things up a little, this thing only getting to tease the shit out of me. I needed him to go faster.

"Um, yeah, yeah, I, I am, fine." I say between hard breaths.

"What happened? Why are you panting so hard? Are you sick or something?" Oh, for the love of God just let me be! I appreciate your concern but now it's so not the moment.

Dimitri stops and looks at me. "Don't you fucking stop." I whisper to him and after he raises his eyebrow playfully, he goes back to doing pleasurable things to my body. How come he is so fucking silent and I am not?

"Did you say something? I couldn't really hear you, dear. You know, when you get to some age…" she starts but doesn't continue, probably getting to think about the good old days when her hearing wasn't that defectuous.

"Um, I said that, I, I, couldn't stop." oh gosh, I am going to come soon. "I, I" mmm God, I tilt my head backward and stop for a second to enjoy what is happening, the bulge in my lower abdomen being ready to pop. "ran, here. I had an emergency." is the only excuse I find. It doesn't make sense at all, but my brain is clouded. Please go!

"Oh, fine. I'm glad that you are fine. Have a nice night then."

"Th-a-anks!" I say as the lady exits and I begin to moan slowly again. I can't help myself. Thank God we are alone again.

"Harder." I say to Dimitri. What can I say? This girl likes it rough. He does as he is asked to and picks up the pace again. I feel my back sliding up and down on the wall as he is pushing himself deeper and deeper inside of me. And when I feel I am ready to explode, I rush him to stop as some logic comes into my clouded mind.

He looks at me, knits his brows and slows down the pace. "Why?"

"I am going to come soon."

"So? What's wrong about that?" he asks smiling.

I sigh as he again reaches a good point in me. "I am going to get loud. And people might hear me."

He chuckles. "That's nothing that you can't handle Roza." And starts moving fast again, his palms gripping my thighs and he's pushing me into the wall harder than before. "Let me please you completely if we made it all the way here." He says panting.

The adrenaline kicked in too from my little scare that I would be caught by that old woman and I don't need much to reach my peak and come. I am gripping Dimitri's back of the shirt with one hand while with the other I punch the wall behind me, into a surrendering movement as my whole body is twisting in pleasure. My mouth is buried into his shoulder and I dig my teeth into it so that I would muffle my screams. This man is simply a god. My god.

When we are both done, he puts me down and a satisfied smile fills my face. This was so exciting. Forget the car. This was the good stuff. All this fear of getting caught only amplified everything and my heart is beating like crazy.

We catch our breaths and arrange ourselves. I put his tie in place and he looks just like when he entered. Except for one thing. Now he can't stop smiling. Well, at least this helped him destress a little.

"You ran here?" he asks while he puts his coat back on (hell, when did that thing come off? From how fast we moved, I don't remember) and raises an eyebrow and I must keep myself from throwing myself on him again. Why is he ten times hotter when he does that?

"Hey, it's not bullshit if she bought it, right?" I say proud of myself and he chuckles in response.

The whole thing lasted some more minutes than we initially predicted and those bastards might start thinking something is wrong by now, so we rush out of the bathroom. As we get out the door, some woman wants to enter and throws a hard glance in our direction. Meh, I don't really care about anything right now. Let her stare as much as she wants. Go ahead and tell her friends. I don't give a single fuck and neither does Dimitri. I had a very good time in there and her glances won't affect me.

On the hallway, I ask him for his car keys and he frowns.

"Why? Aren't you coming back to the table?"

"Nah. Go tell those men that I got sick and you called me a cab and sat with me until it arrived. That's why you were missing for so long. I'll wait for you in the car. You were saying that you were close enough to finish anyway." He smiles, gives me the keys and kisses me one more time before we go different ways. Yup, we are perfect accomplices in crime.

I get out of the restaurant and cold air pricks on my heated skin. Well, too bad I didn't have the chance to get my coat from my chair when I went to the bathroom. Now it is too late for me to go back so I head to the underground parking lot as fast as my heels allow me to. I can't wait to get inside the car where it's nice and warm.

Where did he park the car? Was it E area or F? I guess it was F. But I am going in that direction anyway. I'll check both areas if I have to. I think I was way too pissed off to pay much attention to that thing.

I pass the B area and see a board that shows the time and date. It's 22:12. And it's the 15th of the month. I stop right there and do the math. The 15th? Like, already? Wow, the time really passes fast when you feel good. I can't believe that Dimitri and I are dating for almost a month now. I mean, that week with him in Russia passed so slowly and now a month has passed and I can't tell when? Hell, Einstein was right with his relativity thing.

As I go further, a silly smile appears on my face. Well, Dimitri won't have to bother with any present, that is for sure. What we did earlier overtops anything he could get me.

I reach the E zone. Ah, fuck it. I have time to look around here too, just to be sure. It takes me two minutes not to find the car. So I was right. It was the F area after all.

But before I get there, someone appears in front of me out of nowhere, getting out from one of the wide concrete pillars and blocks my way. Without having any time to react, I bump into him/her. In a second I realize it is a woman. And she smells so sweet that my nose is overwhelmed. I could pick this smell from a thousand perfumes, that much I hate it. What the fuck is Tasha doing here?