The Continental Hotel

"Can I buy you a drink?"

Yao pulled his eyes away from Katya and Elizabeth dancing across the room, and twisted his body towards the bar to look at the person who spoke to him. His eyes widened at the man in front of him, his mouth slightly agape, when he realised who it was.

"Who-..." He muttered, feeling his cheeks flush red as he instantly recognized the blond man- the same one that would visit the restaurant oh so many times with a group of others in a wife beater and flannel shirt. The same one who Yao would stare at from behind the counter with want, trying hard not to be caught from peering eyes.

"The name's Ivan," the man continued, a smile on his face. He leaned forward, his nose dangerously close to Yao, an arm over the ledge of the bar. "What's yours?"

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1950s-1960s

After his father is taken as a prisoner by the government and his mother has fallen ill that would likely lead to her death, 21 year old Yao Wong illegally escapes China to live with his aunt in Hong Kong. When the family decides to immigrate to Toronto, Canada, Yao must take on and live under a false identity, running the risk of being deported back to China and facing the severe consequences that escaping would bring to him.

While living his life as their paper son in Chinatown, Yao encounters a young Russian man at The Continental Hotel, who would change his life.