I first met Karin on a cold, foggy night in the Underground Arena. I was on a business trip in Russia and, after an 8 hour conference call until 1 o'clock in the morning, I found myself restless and lonely in my hotel room. Not tired, I buttoned up my Armani cufflinks and changed my dress pants which I had spilled coffee on earlier while trying to transfer conference calls and simultaneously get my first sip of coffee in before I was forced to stare at a woman telling me about "the dangers of straw buyers in the market" for 8 hours. Stupid. I swigged a double-shot of fine Russian vodka, grabbed my coat, and headded out.
Funny thing about Russia is, as dead and boring as it is during the day, the night life is alive with gregarious club goers and loud pulsing music. As I entered the club; smoke, music, and lasers filled the air- all you could see were shadows of flairing arms and hands bouncing to the techno music. Packed. I could barely see the bar which was directly next to the dancefloor on the ground level as it was flooded with thirsty ravers glowing under blacklight. I happened to glance up at the 2nd floor balcony- the bar is virtually empty. "Hm, maybe I can grab a drink there."
As I walked up the stairs I saw a skinny woman with short, black hair barely reaching her ears wearing only a blue and white sports bra and Jean shorts and tending the bar. Her body was decorated with glow paint which was vivid under the black light. I was about to approach the bartender when I happened to glance over my left to the VIP area when I saw her- Karin.
"Has she been looking at me this whole time?" I thought. She sat alone residing in the VIP lounge illustrating the confidence of a lioness claiming her territory. She was dressed in a fitted black suit jacket with red lace along the edges of the collar and sleek black trousers. Her golden European curled locks rested on one shoulder which almost luminated in contrast to her black suit jacket. She kept her body in perfect stoic position as she reached for her dry martini lying on the cocktail table- legs crossed, arms laid flat along the empty head rest of the couch perpendicular to her shoulders- all while glaring at me like a huntress ready to make the kill.
Our eyes locked in temptation. I had completely forgotten about my mission to continue my tipsy.
"HIYAHHH!!!!" ***BANG****
That was the last thing I remember. A beautiful face and a blow to my head. I lie unconscious on the alcohol soaked club floor.
****TO BE CONTINUED
