Sasha was just about to hand over his cigarette case when the girl was suddenly tugging him down and firmly kissing him. He tried to pull away from the small girl but she was a toughie and had him in some sort of wrestling move. "What the hell?" he blurted in Russian.
"I do not mean to sound mean but I do not know you," he managed to grab her wrists and held her gently away from him. "Why are you kissing me?"