Veronika sipped her milkshake happily, as if all of her cares and troubles were dissolving into a sweet strawberry haze.<br/><br/>"Oh yes the Midwest." She said casually, not at all aware that her date was keeping track of the minor inconsistencies in her stories. She said it idly as she was thinking of Russia as she described it. "So cold there, nobody has much but we are supposed to be so proud of it and look down upon, well," she let out a laugh, "decadent Hollywood girls like me I suppose." She said it proudly, and truth be told she was very proud of becoming who she was now. It had taken a lot of courage and sacrifice to give up one of the better politically and financially connected positions in her homeland to come to this.<br/><br/>"I suppose there are things to miss." She said, sounding more like she was conceding something than truly nostalgic. "Some parts are very beautiful. It is sad I will not see them again. And there are good people there but, well, they are not allowed to speak out against the way things are. So backwards and oppressive." The fact that this was how most girls who ran away from the midwest described it was just a lucky coincidence, in her mind she was clearly describing Russia.<br/><br/>"But I do admit," she said with a bit of a sigh. "When I left Indiana I thought it would be more like the movies out here." She accidentally said Indiana, not Illinois. If she was still a spy in her mind she would never have made such a mistake, but to her this was just a casual milkshake with the woman who was becoming her best girlfriend in the world. She didn't realize she needed to be deceptive. In fact she was already pondering telling her the truth. Not the whole truth of course, but just that she had actually fled from Russia. Maybe she would be a politician's wife who ran afoul of the NKVD. Something like that, she started to let the lie spin in her head. At least it would be closer to to the truth. She felt bad lying to Sandi, sweet as the girl was.<br/><br/>"You know how in movies all the men are charming and suave and strong and handsome." She moved her shoulders and her hands as she spoke, shimmying in a manner that indicated how interested she would be in such a man, "And they are there for you and treat you right and buy you diamonds." She sighed wistfully. "Well of course you know like you say here the 'gentlemen'" it was obvious from the way she said it the word was in quotes. "All have sausage fingers and won't keep them off of you."<br/><br/>She reached out a hand, slender graceful fingers quite the opposite of what she'd just described, and put it over Sandi's, squeezing tenderly. "You will meet prince someday." She said with a smile. "Someone who you can agree with and spend time with and enjoy and they will treat you right and buy you all of the things you deserve and.." she realized her hand was lingering and she pulled it back and glanced away a bit nervously. But then just as qucikly glanced back with a shy smile.<br/><br/>"As for me." She sighed again, "I will probably settle for ogre in a few years when my looks are going if I can't get big break." She grinned to suggest it was a joke but it really wasn't. She would just have to make sure she had enough money to go to one of the doctors who could make her a complete woman first beforehand. She didn't think most American men would react too kindly to what was currently in her panties. "Maybe our husbands will live on same block and we can still meet for milkshakes." She laughed.<br/><br/>"Besides." She shrugged. "It is not like handsome charming strong prince will just walk in the door and come in looking for us." She shook her head and giggled once more, unaware that her word would prove something prophetic.