Chapter 5 – Speak to Me

NOTES: bold text indicates text messages. Italics indicates Russian Language. Bold and italics will denote another language but that's for later in the story!

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Soundtrack: Ke$ha – Tik Tok

Over the next few weeks Sasha and Nef would occasionally meet for coffee or lunch in DC. Sasha had been playing well for the first month of the season and he often joked that Nef was a good luck charm. The girls had gone clubbing with guys again but this time they went to an American club. They went to the 18th Street Lounge.

“Not that I don’t love European Techno,” Nef said as walked toward the club, “but this place is really good.”

Once they entered the club they walked to a VIP section that had been reserved for them. About an hour after they arrived at the club Sasha went up to the bar for a drink. There was a leggy brunette at the bar that stopped him and asked him to dance.

“Sorry, no. I here with someone.”

“Who?”

Sasha pointed to Nef; she was sitting on a couch waiting for him to return. The brunette looked at Nef briefly and then flipped her off. Sasha laughed as he walked back to Nef.

“What was that all about?” Nef as when Sasha sat down beside her.

“She ask me to dance and I say no I here with you.”

“So she flipped me off?”

“Da. You’re very beautiful, maybe she’s jealous.”

Sasha had been slipping more Russian phrases into his conversations with Nef. He called her beautiful, told her that she was fun to hang out with and that he missed talking to her when he was on the road.

“Tomorrow I leave for a 6 day road trip.”

“I know. You guys play the Rangers, the Wild, the Islanders, then home for a few days off and then you play the Hurricanes.”

Whenever Ovie would walk past he would say “kiss her” in Russian. He had taken to teasing Sasha about his attraction to Nefertiti. Ovie was very much a straight forward guy that went after what he wanted. He told Sasha to kiss her, tell her that he wanted her and to see what happened. Sasha was shy and couldn’t bring himself to do it. He liked her as a person and enjoyed talking to her. What if she didn’t want him like that? What if it made things awkward between them? In the month that they had been hanging out he had grown to look forward to the time he spent with her.

“Come on, dance with me,” Ovie said pulling Nef away from Sasha.

He took her out on the dance floor so that he could talk to her. The DJ played Ke$ha – Tik Tok and Ovie leaned into and said “You know that Sasha like you but he shy.”

“Yes, I know.” Nef responded in perfect Russian.

“You speak Russian?!”

“Yes, I’m fluent 6 languages. Russian is one of them.”

“Shit.”

Nef laughed at Ovie’s reaction. She had understood everything that Ovie and Sasha were saying. She asked Ovie not to say anything to Sasha. She told him that when he wanted her to know what he was saying he would tell her in English. Ovie smiled and said that if she wanted him to keep quiet she would have to play along with him because he wanted to tease Sasha. He asked her if she wanted Sasha and she said yes.
When they left the lounge Sasha walked Nef to her car and opened the door for her to get in.

“I think I like you,” Sasha said as he closed the door.

“In English please,” Nef said smiling.

“I have good time with you. I call you later.”

Sasha walked to Ovie’s car and watched Nef pull away.

“Did you kiss her?”

“No. Leave it alone. I like her and I don’t want to rush it.”

“Rush what? Sex? Come on, if she’s willing I say go for it.”

“Maybe I want more than just a random hook up,”

Ovie looked at Sasha and said “Wait, what? You like her as in you want to date her?” Sasha didn’t answer his question right away. Ovie was a great guy but when it came to women and relationships he was pretty dense. Ovie and the words commitment and real relationship were strangers. He had a new “girlfriend” every few months

“I don’t know. I just know that I have fun when I hang out with her and that I like talking to her. We have fun. Yes, I think she’s hot – a little short but really hot.”

“She’s got nice boobs and a nice ass,” Ovie joked.

“Just shut up and drive.”