The romance in Russia

The one who walked in

Clever pov

I walk across the street it's misty and wet out. Basically crappy, I'm in Moscow, Russia only because my grandpa just died, we were close. I'm the only one in my family who he trusted his life treasures with. I'm the only one who understands them. I just got off a plane and slam open the local pub door. Everyone turns there heads if not for the creaking of the door then it was to look at me. I'm 5'3 and have short Carmel colored hair with really bland eyes you can just say are black and ugly. I'm pretty if you find a girl with some curves attractive. I'm really tan only because I live in California. I don't speak any Russian so this is going to be a very difficult trip. I walk up to the bar where there is only one other man.
"I'd like a..." I begin telling the bartender. "Does anyone..." I ask. He's giving me a look like I'm insane. I put on my best don't fuck with me attitude, as I get ready to turn leave. I feel someone press against me there tall. I see the man by me who looks as if he were a pilot clench his fist and hardens his jaw.
"Я принесу ей выпить" (I'll get her a drink.) The persons disturbing voice behind me says. I don't know what he said. I turn around and push him off me. His hand finds my hip, I'm wearing a dress it's red and laced while my black bra is able to be seen but I don't care. I give him my best smirk and head for the door. Once I'm out side I shiver and put on my gray hoodie. I start walking when I hear footsteps behind me. I turn around and see the man who sat by me, the one who looked as if he where a pilot.
"Me" I point to myself. "Speak no" I make a talking sign with my hand and then shake my head "Russia!" I gesture around us.
"I could tell" He says in a deep rough voice.
"Oh," I instantly turn bright red "I didn't mean to act like you were a alien I just..."
"No it's ok." He pauses "no need to be the color of your dress!"
"Yeah...um...I'm sorry, are you a pilot?" I tilt my head slightly.
"Yeah I'm Jacob Jay Johnston or just pilot J.J." He says leaning against the brick wall. He's about 6'4 and supper tan, probably from all the sunny places he's flown to. He has dark scraggly hair and soul swallowing black eyes...