8:01 p.m.
Mika and Romana stood in the entryway of the Madame’s house. Facing them were two burly men, rifling through the women’s clutch purses. Each man withdrew a cell phone and placed it on a small table. Mika and Romana protested, but the men simply grunted, “Net telefonov – No phones.” Handing back the purses, the men motioned for the women to take off their long, heavy wool overcoats. Mika and Romana unbuttoned and slid out of them. After the men had examined every pocket, inside and out, they tossed the coats on a nearby chair and stepped closer to the women. Ogling Romana, one man had a slight smile on his face. He was going to enjoy the next part of his job.
The women had their long hair tied loosely at the back of their heads. Individual locks of hair hung near their ears. Mika and Romana had applied a lot of makeup, imitating the look of a genuine high-class prostitute. They were wearing extremely form-fitting sleeveless dresses with spaghetti straps and hems that barely covered their butts. Mika’s dress was black, while Romana’s was deep red. Each of them had on pumps that matched the color of the dress. The pumps had a strap that came over the top of the ankle and a stiletto heel that rose four inches above the floor.
The men motioned for the women to raise their arms. They searched each woman’s body for weapons, taking extra time at the chest and thighs.
Fixing Romana with a steely glare, Mika barely shook her head. Romana had had enough of the petting and was losing her patience. If she did that, the mission would be over before it began. Fortunately, for the sake of the assignment, and the physical well-being of the man touching Romana, he never put his hands on her private parts.
Satisfied the women had no weapons on them, the men escorted Mika and Romana to the car out front. After opening the back doors for the women, the men climbed into the front seats. Seconds later, the black vehicle drove away.