Smith's bar is in a slightly remote location.
But the liveliness is no less than the bars in the city center.
I took out my phone and called Smith. "I'm already at the entrance, where about are you?"
"Enter and walk towards the right, the area on the right side of the bar."
Following Smith's instructions, Yibai walked in; the place was buzzing with voices, and the atmosphere was exhilarating.
The crowd was a kaleidoscope of men and women; young, unrestrained, filled with the scent of alcohol.
The place was crowded, and the dim lighting made it difficult for Yibai, taking a while to find Smith.
"You're so slow, sit down and have a drink," Smith said, surrounded by a few friends, both men and women.
The men were indifferent to Yibai, but one of the women flirtatiously batted her eyelashes at him.
"Where is he?"
Knowing that Smith's identity was sensitive, Yibai didn't specifically mention Dmitry when speaking.
"No rush, sit down."
