Review by BUSHJUMPER, September, 2017
..........and so, There I was. Sitting in the lobby of a hotel in a city, not my own, trying to look inconspicuous by pretending to read the local newspaper, while awaiting the arrival of my Russian contact. At least I wasn't wearing a trench coat, but then it was over 90 degrees F outside. I saw her arrive, and she entered the hotel dressed casually and confidently as though all of this was nothing new to her. Of course all I had to go on, that this was 'her' was her pictures. Some 15 minutes later I received her last text that she was ready to see me with the room number. So I went up to 'make the exchange'. I knocked...she opened the door....and there she was. Looking like a perfect Russian brunette Barbie. And I knew this was going as planned.....................................and it did.