Review by OLDERGENTLEMANMD, March, 2015
It had been too long since I'd seen Valeriya. We made an appointment in the middle of a busy day, and when I arrived at her apartment building I texted her. She said "come on up!" So I walked in the front door, and for only the second time in three years (and probably 15 visits) I was stopped by the front desk. "May I help you, sir?" I responded that I had a meeting in apartment XXX (her apartment number) and he called up. Then he said, "go on up." No problem, no sweat. Be cool. When I got to her place, Valeriya said, "yeah, he's the only one who does that. Not a problem. VIPs read on