Chapter IV.
As I stood in a room waiting to enter the actual meeting area of the airport with the interpreter, I remember feeling Star Struck as Oksana looked into my eyes.
It was like a reflection of perception. I had this same distinct memory burned into my soul for quite some time. Her majestic blue eyes and fiery red hair aroused me to the core.
We left with Oksana’s hand in my back pocket, and myself with my hand in her back pocket. It was quite sensual.
Oksana, Myself and Ludmila (the interpreter), took a Mercedes Benz taxi to the apartment where I was staying.
Oksana could not understand what I was saying, and vice-versa. The interpreter told me this. I was not aware that they spoke Russian.
I thought they spoke Ukrainian. However I was told by the interpreter that it (Ukrainian) was an “archaic language.”