Excerpt from A Rose for Sergei:
“Sergei looked at me intently, put his drink down, and pulled me close
to him. He put his arms around me and
buried his face in my long hair . . . .
I turned and looked into his eyes.
I saw confusion, affection, and longing . . . a reflection of my own
eyes. And then it dawned on me. I was a single female alone in my apartment
with a very good looking, extremely strong young man, who defected from the Soviet
Union . . . .
I should have been frightened, but for some strange reason I wasn’t.”
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