The club is dimly-lit. Music plays loudly, the bass bouncing against the walls.

Dmitri sits at a lone table in the back of the room, eyes taking in every movement of the woman on stage as he sips at his drink. He is intrigued by the dancer's grace and sensuality, and drawn to her passion for her craft. He finds her athleticism and flexibility to be quite impressive as she spins around on the pole. Not to mention how lovely she is.

After her show, he approaches her at the bar. "Excuse me, krasavitsa. Can I buy a drink for you?"