Chapter 11

Dad don't worry, your daughter is a soldier.

When I pushed open the huge door, I discovered an equally magnificent room.

In the large Victorian-style room, a four-poster bed, like a princess's couch, was leaned against a wall. On the wall to the right of the bed, separated by a door leading to an individual bathroom, was an imposing bright white wardrobe. When I opened it, I almost fell over. I had never seen so many clothes, there were all sizes and all colors, there were had so much that so much luxury made me dizzy.

- Take your time choosing an outfit while I'm running your bath, said the little house fairy to me as she disappeared behind the white door.

With my fingertips I scrolled through the outfits. There was something to please everyone. For galas, for business meetings, for weddings, for parties and even to stay at home, there was no lack Nothing.

Luckily the maid didn't come back immediately because I wouldn't have known which one to choose.

I liked them all.

At the time of choice I took into account my situation, the event and my personal tastes by opting for one between the dresses that complex me and the unformal pants.

So I took my clothes and put them on the big bed, which looked so soft, had to enter the bathroom.

- Right on time ma'am, I had just turned off the water, Inga smiles.

I thanked her and when she slammed the door I undressed before entering the boiling water full of foam.

The bathtub was full to the brim with hot water and as relaxed as that I had a hard time telling myself that I was about to take a bath in a house inhabited by the mafia.

After a long time enjoying the bath to the fullest I got out, only because the water was starting to get cold.

I dried myself and then wrapped the towel around my body while I went to get my clothes and my underwear.

Back in the bathroom, I put them on and rummaged through the makeup bags on the dressing table.

I found an eyeliner and mascara there, which I applied to my face after doing my complexion.

I liked to wear makeup, I loved it even. I liked to feel feminine in magnificent outfits. Gradually I had started to wear makeup and I had even developed a certain talent.

I combed my hair with an African comb and it fell curled and cascading down my back. Finally I put on pumps and left the bathroom. I closed the bedroom door behind me when I left.

Hardly on the doorstep, Olga almost jumped on me.

- Finally, miss, you should have put on a dress and let me do your makeup! She exclaimed in panic.

- I'm not one-armed, I know how to do it myself, I laughed.

- Sir will not appreciate at all, not at all at all at all.

- And stop Olga breathing. I'm not afraid of him because he's a mobster.

She looks at me shocked and I see in her eyes that she is hiding something from me.

She goes ahead of me and leads me through a maze of corridors and stairs. Finally she stopped in front of a huge door. She put her hands on the two handles and before opening the white doors she looked at me and said:

- It's not a simple mobster, sir is the head of the Russian mafia.

After dropping the bomb, it disappeared leaving me alone in front of this large office.

I had prepared myself to meet an important member of the mafia, not a boss.