Ian, Dima, and Star Blankets
Capitalists and Aristocrats — Moon over Berlin, B3C8
“I’m starving!” complained Dima as he slouched in a throne of a wicker chair right in the center of the hotel’s cool marble atrium. “Why 8:30?” he demanded of nobody in particular. “Can’t we just meet them down in town?”
Ian nodded and grunted in agreement from a stool at the deserted bar.