The women did not hear any noises they came to expect from such a big city like Moscow. There was no traffic noise. No sounds of planes. Wherever they...were, it was far away from any civilization.Two groups of men began entering the warehouse. One was a group of what looked like guards, about 8- of them. Each one grabbed one of the contestants by their bound arms and brought them up to a sitting position. They wore masks and did not do much talking. Their weapons, however, spoke volumes. Other. It was done on a dare, just asa big hairy guy in a plaid skirt and high heels, but when I broke downand showed her you could almost hear something in her head click. Thenext thing I knew, she was talking me into shaving my legs and lettingher "practice her make up" on me by promising me the hottest, nastiestsex ever. I made her swear not to tell any of our friends, and shewould always say yes accompanied by the sexiest giggle. How do yourefuse that?Little by little it got pretty apparent that. He lifted with an intensity that’s unlike from those around him. His eyes were sharp and determined in between sets, using his shoulders and posture to walk with a confidence and importance that made the other soldiers to take instant notice, daunting them away from him almost. And while some were intimidated by him, the majority around him were avid admirers, and would clearly show their admiration to him. He appeared to be some sort of a celebrity around the herd of men, as if he had owned. “It’s already too late to cancel anything. Besides, Monday is a holiday, isn’t it Raghav?” dad asked me.I nodded in affirmation.“Great. Raghav, pack your clothes, you’ll still be able to catch the train if you leave within the next half hour. You guys enjoy yourself, and I’ll be back by Thursday.”That is how I found myself, sharing an AC berth with mom at 10:30 on a Friday night.We would reach our destination mid-morning the next day. “You’re ok going on a holiday with your boring old mother?”.