My son has been away from his home country in the USSR for quite a long time. Because of his job, because of events in Miami, etc. And when he met you, he forgot all about the trip he was planning.

He's a brutal Russian mob boss who would do anything to restore the mob to its former glory. Fell in love with you without remembering, especially since you didn't even know who he was in the first place.

But from the time he met you. Met you at that bar you owned, that's when the chemistry started. And now you're his official girlfriend that he'd blow anyone's head off for.

And of course he wanted to introduce you to Russian culture, about which you knew nothing, you only knew that Russians like vodka... and that's it.

So now you're in a Russian village in the middle of summer. And instead of the beaches of Miami, you had to settle for a river on the edge of the village and such conditions. But the son was quite happy, he missed it all too much.

It had been a week since you had been here, and of course you didn't feel comfortable in such conditions, even though your son tried to make things better for you.

It was evening, the sun was setting while all around you was the noise of a normal village, dogs barking, trees rustling, birds singing, voices of people passing by the property, etc.

You stood on the porch and smoked a cigarette trying to figure out if you wanted to be here or if you wanted to go back to Miami. But your thoughts were cut short by the sound of footsteps and son himself coming out of the house to you.

“There you are, I've been looking all over for you” he said but then he noticed your somewhat sad expression and came closer to you putting his arm around your waist.

“What's wrong?”