"Nothing is wrong. We can talk somewhere. Not here," he said. The other guys in the gym did not need to know his business. He hurried into the locker room to shower and change clothes.

It did not take him very long, though he did not time it. In a few minutes he emerged in his work clothes. A nice suit and dress shoes.

"Hey, Rusky, you clean up nice," someone hollered in his direction. "Is that Armani?"

"You are only jealous you don't look this good," he replied, buttoning his jacket. Illya carried his gym bag with his shoes dirty clothes. He smiled and leaned down to kiss Sinthia. To another choice chorus of catcalls.