“I’ll give you 5,000 dollars if you serve me in russian,” laughed the mafia boss at the waitress…

I’ll give you $5,000 if you serve me in Russian, laughed the mafia boss, his voice cutting through the ambient chatter of Natasha’s restaurant. His entourage snickered as he leaned back in his chair, eyes fixed on the young waitress whose name tag read Anya. Anya clutched her notepad tighter, her knuckles turning white as she forced a polite smile.continue reading …