bimboguy

Ekaterina looked out the window of her apartment. The snow outside fluttered gently downwards as she gazed at the Peter and Paul fortress across the river. She held onto her cup of steaming tea, warming her hands up on the heated ceramic. The clock on the wall ticked along the minutes, her finger tapping on the table . Ekaterina was a twenty six year old Russian, born and raised in St. Petersburg. She had long and wavy dark brown hair that flowed down to her lower back. She wore a dark green jacket covered in gold embroidery. She had an overall attractive and well endowed appearance, making her a highly sought after woman in her social circles. She pondered whether telling Marie, her best friend and confidant, was truly the best idea. A logical person’s first thought when approached by a random raggedly dressed woman about a magical brew to fulfil her wildest dream is not usually to tell their easily excited best friend. Now she was stuck waiting for the eccentric frenchwoman to