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

Had she impressed a dangerous man, or had she merely painted a target on her back by revealing her linguistic abilities? Walking home that night, clutching her pepper spray, Ana thought of her mother’s mounting medical bills.

Five thousand dollars would cover three months of treatment and buy time while she figured out a more permanent solution to continue reading …