"Nice to meet you Emily, My name is Asenka. I see you're almost finished with your drink, let me buy you another and welcome you to our country." Dasha said with a warm inviting smile. She knocked on the bar and put out two fingers, letting the bartender know she'd take one for herself and one for her new friend.<br/><br/>"So I hear a bit of a British accent. Tell me....Why would a man who is sick enough to need a nurse to accompany him come all the way to Russia in the middle of winter? It strikes me as a bit odd, as Russian winters are enough to make even a healthy man sick...well a non-Russian man anyway." She put in with a giggle as she eyed Emily up and down, and placing a hand on her thigh.<br/><br/>Emily certainly wasn't Dasha's type, not because she was a woman, but because she seemed sheepish. No the truth was that Dasha had had several relationships with both men and woman over the years. It was the desensitization of having such a danger filled life style, that caused her to be so brazen with her sexuality.  But sense this shy little thing was the only person in the bar under 60, Dasha figured it might be a bit of fun to deflower this naive girl. "You're really quite beautiful, she said after swallowing down her glass of whiskey, seeing that the bartender was bringing the next round.