russian-winters

At a mellow bar, somewhere in Vienna, Austria. March 14, 1937. The lights were dimmed and there was a soft rumble of conversation. The tinkle of silverware and glasses clinking together was present in the background as a curvy soloist sang a slow piece. Wavy brown hair that went to her waist graced her figure, and long-lashed blue eyes that were set perfectly in her heart-shaped face. On her curvaceous outline was a ruby-red satin halter-dress that draped to her ankles, one side hemmed around her thigh. The young woman's eyes sparkled with a peaceful look upon them while her hips swayed to the rhythm of the music. Behind her was a well-dres