SCARLETT
Two weeks later.
Viktor has a day off and we're supposed to take a day trip to Sochi to see where he played in the Olympics. I'm dumbfounded when he tells me we'll have to take a plane. Even though Moscow and Sochi are both Russian cities, they're over a thousand miles apart. To drive there would take us something like twenty hours.
"Russia is really big," I state as I look at the map while we await clearance to board the private jet Viktor has arranged for the day.
"Is big, yes," he answers, checking his phone.
"Why are you so distracted?" I ask.
"I am arranging a meeting in Sochi," he says, that familiar frown on his face lit up by the screen of his phone.
"Oh, something I should cover for Crush social media?"
"No," he says quickly.