Trafficked ~ Closed for Vagrant

Name: Elena Ivanova
Age: 20

Appearance: As pictured. Petite at just 5ft tall. 32B tits.
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Bio

Elena had been born and raised in the city of Ekaterinburg, in the Province of Sverdlovsk, south-western Russia. It was a bustling hub where road, rail and air traffic links converged. Elena lived and worked in her parents' bar, which was in the centre of the city and attracted plenty of travellers and commuters, as well as the usual complement of local, regular customers. Elena liked working there and chatting to customers but part of her thought she should be making more of her life. Her parents were years away from retirement and she had no desire to make barwork a lifelong career. Elena's English language skills were good and she practised on English speaking customers and tourists. English was rapidly becoming a global language and many from other countries could converse with her in it. She had pipe dreams of going to England or America and teaching Russian or maybe working as a translator. She knew her parents would be sad to see her go but Elena felt it was something that she had to go and try.


Elena hurried from table to table, collecting glasses and empty plates. It was the end of another busy dinnertime rush and the bar was heaving with people. She dumped the dirty things in front of the kitchen boy and raced back to serve more drinks. The fast-paced bar work kept her body toned, which was good for tips and on nights like this cold, snowy winter one, it kept Elena warm too. Despite being rushed off of her feet, she still smiled politely and exchanged a few words with the customers. Her father was seeing to the accounts and stock ordering upstairs and her mother was still preparing food in the kitchen. Ivan, a long standing employee and customer - almost to the point of cancelling out his wages - was serving drinks at the other end of the bar.

Evgeniy Lagshmivar had come into town the day before last and had started asking around about people who wanted to travel. His story was that he worked as a scout for an employment agency that found jobs for young people in foreign countries. Either as a career or as a way to see the world and get experience. He had a wide range of positions he was scouting for, including nanny's, teachers, maids, and a few others.

With a rather average physique, Evgeniy didn't really stand out much in a crowd aside from areas like this where there was a clear delineation between 'local' and 'not local'. And even then he tended to blend in with the latter. He wasn't the first man to come to Ekaterinburg claiming to offer jobs. Some of those who preceded him were even legit. He was not. Nor was he skirting the edge with the whole Russian Bride thing. No, there was no basis of truth in anything he was offering aside from the fact that those who were 'hired' would indeed be leaving the country. After that the similarity ended.

Despite appearances he was not a nice guy. But then again, everyone had to eat right? He wasn't evil by any means, but he did have a job to do. His accent pointed him out as not from around the area when he spoke, and he certainly didn't act like he was someone familiar with the area. That was why when he walked into the tavern, it was with a sense of trepidation and uncertainty. Would this place have something he wanted? Would the patrons be welcoming?

All of those thoughts flew out the window when he saw Elena. She was stunning. He definitely didn't regret walking in there now.

Elena looked up as the door opened and a gust of snowy air blew in. The newcomer took a table by the window, which indicated that he wanted waitress service and probably soup or a hot meal. She finished up with the people at the bar and grabbed a menu before walking over to him.

"Good evening sir, welcome to Dimitri's Bar and Restaurant. I must warn you that our kitchen is only open for another half an hour." She proffered the menu politely. "What can I get you to drink?"

The locals sat at the bar and in the best seats around the fire but Ekaterinburg was a cosmopolitan enough place that strangers went largely unnoticed.