Julius guided the intoxicated Yuliya into the motel room.
He closed the door behind them and reached for the light switch. As the lights flicked on, the heater responded in tandem.
"Here," he said, removing her coat from her shoulders.
Yuliya's eyes tried to focus on him. "Dimitri… I'm sorry… I didn't think I'd get this dizzy…"
"It's alright. Sit down for now."
He guided her to the edge of the bed, lowering her carefully until she sat with her hands on her lap.
"Do you need water?" he asked.
She shook her head. "No… stay here. Please."
Julius stepped back only enough to assess the room. It was a standard downtown Moscow motel suite fitted with the modern conveniences expected of the year 2149.
A wall panel projected the dormant holo-tech that could transform the space into anything, from a cozy cabin to a busy train station, for the more peculiar kinks that had become normalized in Soviet nightlife.
The room was discreet, easily sanitized, and easy to forget.
