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

eye contact. Five thousand dollars as promised and perhaps a conversation about how your talents might be better compensated. Anya took the card with trembling fingers, knowing this moment represented both opportunity and danger.

The address printed on the heavy card stock belonged to one of the city’s most exclusive high-rises, a building ordinary continue reading …