Moscow, USSR, January 1972
A pair of long blonde braids contrasted sharply with the dark fur. How typical, Danni thought, while he eyed what had to be a perfect hourglass shape. It's a shame to shroud something that spectacular with mink. But, maybe she's just a little too perfect, he added.
The long, noisy escalator ride to the bottom of the Moscow subway gave Danni a full minute to contemplate her. Before the thousand-foot descent had ended, he found himself becoming more than a little intrigued. There was no doubt—the woman's striking presence was intensely distracting in a world that, up until that moment, had seemed so nondescript.
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