Parashie escorted me to my chair, then took her place near Yuri, where she was obscured by a large tureen of cold soup in the middle of the table. “Ah, here is Wollie, our new beauty!” cried Vlad. The beefy man rose and raised a glass of wine in my direction. “I ask about you all afternoon. Playing hard to get, eh?” “Okroshka, Wollie,” Zbiggo cried with equal enthusiasm, which I took to mean either “live long and prosper” or “try the soup.” I summoned a smile and pulled my napkin into my lap, unnerved at being the center of attention. It wasn't just shyness. I was actually “wearing” the DVD, inside its padded manila envelope. It was beneath my spandex camisole, held tight against my abdomen. Thank God the camisole fit snugly. Over the camisole, my black silk blouse effectively hid my stomach, certainly while sitting. Probably I was safe, unless someone touched me, or heard the envelope making faint crunchy noises when I moved. It had been the best I could do, in terms of hiding places, when Parashie had found me in the hallway outside Alik's room.
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