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don’t seem grateful, but I can’t believe that someone like you would really care what happens to me. You don’t know me from Adam .”
    “ Nevertheless I’ve made your safety my concern Tiff, and once I’ve concluded my business with Alexi I’d actually like to get to know you better. ”
    She wasn’t sure why the thought had her heart hitching , and palms sweaty. Flashes their previous evening together had heat rising in her cheeks. Still s he forced a laugh to let h im know just how ridiculous his idea sounded.
    The look in his eyes said that he was serious, but how could that be?
    “Just like that? I know who you are Konstantin and I could no more get involved with you than I would Alexi. We walk in totally different circles and live by a completely opposing set of moral codes .”
    “ You are partially right, but it ’ s only a minor barrier.”
    “I don’t think so, and while I appreciate you getting me out of Alexi’s house I don’t think I should stay here”
    “Why’s that?”
    She knew she had to tread lightly, she wasn’t just letting some random guy down in a bar. This was Konstantin Malovich a man who could end her life with the snap of his fingers. It was a very unsettling thought.
    “I just don’t think I’m cut out for the type of lifestyle you lead. At my very core I’m a homebody, I enjoy simple things like movies, walks in the park, and local theatre troops.”
    “And you’re assuming those things wouldn’t interest me?”
    “I’d be very surprised if you said they did.”
    “Why don’t we start there, let’s just get all of the surprises out of the way so we can move forward.”
    He stood in one fluid motion, “We should start with who I really am.”
    Who he was? Well duh, anyone who kept current on international affairs knew who he was both publicly and privately.
    “My name is Ramj Oloff.”
    She blinked at him several times. Okay so she wasn’t expecting him to start by offering up some alias.
    “Ramj, what?”
    “My real name is Ramj Oloff,” He offered slower this time.
    What kind of game was he playing at? The question was poised on Tiffany ’s lips but was quickly forgotten by the phenomena taking place. She found herself backing into the corner of the sofa as Konstantin…Ramj… who ever he was shimmered and shifted right in front of her . It was like nothing she’d ever witnessed . She’d seen illusion tricks performed by magicians a time or two but nothing which could have prepared her for his feat. He’d managed to change his entire appearance. Jet black hair lengthened and shined , gray… no silver blue eyes stared back at her .
    “This impossible?” She muttered.
    “Nothing is impossible.”
    He reached for her but paused as she recoiled. Tiffany wasn’t sure what was easier to take, him as an international mobster or…
    “What are you, some sort of magician?”
    “No. My people are called Fae.”
    Okay, where was the hidden camera? Was Steve behind all this?
    “You mean like fairies?”
    He chuckled, “No. They’re a bit different.”
    Different as in not deranged Russian mobsters who probabl y dabbled a bit too much in the happy powder. Yet, who she’d known him to be couldn’t explain away what she’d just witnessed for her herself.
    “It’s obvious you’re having a hard time believing me.”
    “No, no… I think I’m following clearly. You’re a …Fae… impersonating Konstantin Jestkov Malovich, to rescue me ou t of the kindness of your heart? ”
    “Obviously there’s more to the story.”
    “ Obvioously. So where is the real Konstantin, or will he suddenly pop in,” she looked curiously around the room unable to remove the sarcastic edge from her tone.
    “No, he won’t be stopping by. He’s dead.”
    “You killed him?”
    “Why does everyone assume that?” He muttered.
    “He killed himself. Years of drug abuse and a bad heart don’t go hand in hand. Please tell me you don’t indulge?”
    “What?” How had