The Russian Chick
"Security!"
"Did Mr. Shapovalov ever come in from partying last night?"
"Hold a moment, Ms. Volkova."
Yulia shook her head while the guard was gone. "Act more like Lena," she whispered. "We call you Shap or Ivan, never 'Mr. Shapovalov...'"
"Fine, whatever," he whispered back.
"I'm sorry Ms. Volkova, but there's no one in his room and no one saw him come in."
"Thanks." Ivan clicked the phone off as Yulia collapsed on the bed and wailed.
"YOU MEAN MY LENA IS SOMEWHERE OUT IN THIS GOD FORSAKEN CITY?!?!?! IN *YOUR* BODY?!" Ivan sighed.
"You forget, I know what I did with my body last."
"True. So...?" Ivan sat down next to her and sighed.
"I was drunk, there was this cute girl, I think her name was Aleksandra. C'mon!" Ivan got up, staggering abit, not used to his dramatically shortened stature, smaller feet, or feminine figure.
"This way!"
"Did Mr. Shapovalov ever come in from partying last night?"
"Hold a moment, Ms. Volkova."
Yulia shook her head while the guard was gone. "Act more like Lena," she whispered. "We call you Shap or Ivan, never 'Mr. Shapovalov...'"
"Fine, whatever," he whispered back.
"I'm sorry Ms. Volkova, but there's no one in his room and no one saw him come in."
"Thanks." Ivan clicked the phone off as Yulia collapsed on the bed and wailed.
"YOU MEAN MY LENA IS SOMEWHERE OUT IN THIS GOD FORSAKEN CITY?!?!?! IN *YOUR* BODY?!" Ivan sighed.
"You forget, I know what I did with my body last."
"True. So...?" Ivan sat down next to her and sighed.
"I was drunk, there was this cute girl, I think her name was Aleksandra. C'mon!" Ivan got up, staggering abit, not used to his dramatically shortened stature, smaller feet, or feminine figure.
"This way!"