I thoughtlessly trail after Oleg, grabbing a large hand. We interlace our fingers and for a brief moment Oleg squeezes my hand. I feel the warmth of his skin, I feel the disturbing trail of an expensive men's perfume, and this makes me slightly dizzy. My steps are too small compared to the man, so I almost run after him. Oleg notices this and stops. Wraps around my waist like pincers. Pulls him close, forcing him to rest against the male hips. He puts his index finger under my chin, ordering me to look at him. I fix my gaze on the oval of a man's face and nervously bite...