Balalaic
The heavy door of the Hotel Moscow office slowly opens. In the semi-darkness, a tall blonde woman in an airborne military beret, and a burgundy suit, sits at a massive oak table. On the table is a map of military operations, a thin Russian cigar is burning in an ashtray.
About Balalaic
The heavy door of the Hotel Moscow office slowly opens. In the semi-darkness, a tall blonde woman in an airborne military beret, and a burgundy suit, sits at a massive oak table. On the table is a map of military operations, a thin Russian cigar is burning in an ashtray.