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drink-for-drink and she’ll have to drag you home behind her bike…after you fall off!”
    Dmitri smiled at her, making a big show out of admiring her tight jeans and halter top that exposed more than it covered.
    “Didn’t you hear? I’m Russian. We start out drinking wodka in our baby bottles. Besides,” he inclined his head towards Alexandra who was already drinking her second beer. “American beer is piss. No flavor and no kick. I’ll stick with my national drink.”
    There was some laughter and some jeers after his words. One of the men strode over to stand right in front of Dmitri, so close to him that the others grabbed their drinks off the table in case someone was going to be punched and fall over in their direction.
    “So, the Ruski don’t like American beer? Maybe I don’t like Ruskis,” the man growled at Dmitri, arms at his side, his hands curling into fists.
    Alexandra watched them silently, still sipping her beer.
    Dmitri breathed deeply which seemed to make every cell in his body expand. He looked like he was growing in size, until the other man took an inadvertent step back.
    “That’s okay, dude. I don’t like hot dogs or apple pie much either. Don’t mean I don’t like being in America. Your Mama just dropped you here. I chose to come here. It’s a big country. There’s plenty of room for all of us.”
    He turned to nod at Alexandra, “And you have some of the best-looking women in the world.”
    The man growled as he moved forward with his right fist pulled back, and two things happened simultaneously.
    Alexandra said in a loud voice, “Stand down, Jim! He’s under my protect—”
    Before she finished the word, Dmitri’s arm flashed forward so quickly it was a blur. No one actually saw what part of him connected with the other man, or where, but Jim staggered backwards. Two men standing behind him grabbed him to hold him upright as he turned dark red, choking in a breath.
    Dmitri turned back to the bartender and pointed at his shot glass. As more vodka was poured into his glass, Alexandra spoke sharply.
    “What did you do? Why can’t he breathe?”
    “His diaphragm will spasm for a while. Eventually he’ll be able to breathe again. It will be quicker if he passes out. But he’ll be fine.”
    The men holding him up eased Jim over to a nearby empty chair and pushed him over into it. His head lolled back as his eyes shut. Suddenly his chest expanded quickly and he let out the air with a whooshing sound, and normal breathing resumed. He opened his eyes to stare around him, as if he had just woken up.
    Alexandra punched Dmitri in the upper arm.
    “That’s not fair! He was just testing you! You could’ve just hit him, or punched him. The guys like to fight. They spar with each other all the time. You didn’t have to really hurt anyone.”
    Dmitri shrugged and pointed at the rapidly recovering offender who was reaching his hand out to grab the beer he was being offered.
    “I don’t like to spar. I don’t like to fight. When I get pushed hard enough, I will. But I don’t hold back.” He looked away from her to glance around at the bikers she rode with and spoke slightly louder, “So if you don’t want to get hurt, don’t mess with me. Let me drink in peace and quiet.”
    He got up from the bar stool and walked over to the table where Jim was just putting his beer back down. He offered his right hand.
    “No harm, no foul. Right?”
    Jim seemed to consider that before he held out his right hand, saying in a harsh, raspy tone, “Sure. No hard feelings. Welcome to the gang, Dmitri.”
    “Yeah, it’ll be good to know we have you on our side the next time we really do get into it with some other gang. I’m Rich.”
    One of the men who had caught the errant Jim, moved over to shake Dmitri’s hand also. “I’m Bob. Pleased to meetcha.”
    They all gave their names as they shook with him, and Alexandra watched closely as the females moved over to kiss him, each one rubbing