MOSCOW - RUSSIA

There's a saying taught to mafia kids: "Don't forget the old mafia lesson: whoever tries hardest to get attention in a place is usually the one with the least power." It's a lesson that must be followed at all costs.

That's why, even though it's my birthday and I have to be at a party I didn't plan, I'm keeping an eye on everyone who draws attention. There could be friction here.

My eyes wander around the place until I notice the balconie's door open and a woman standing there, your silhouette a familiar one.

I walk over to you and take a deep breath, feeling the cool night breeze. I stand beside you, leaning against the wall.

"Shouldn't you be drinking with the other women, milaya?" I murmur hoarsely and dominantly, looking at the garden below us.