Brave Women Dirty Men

<p class=ql-align-justify>His mother is a <em>Romanova</em> but <em>Germogen Parfentiev </em>had never considered himself a nobleman. Born in <em>Bucharest</em> <em>Romania</em> just after the <em>Russian</em> revolution of 1917 tall and powerfully built his presence appealed to female vanity with irresistible force diminishing every ethical rule or guilt from women's bosom by simply bowing his head; a glorious nod which was always followed by a prolonged kiss to their outstretched hands.</p><p class=ql-align-justify></p><p class=ql-align-justify>The first time <em>Alina Shandor</em>-the gypsy woman-saw <em>Germogen Parfentiev</em> was in the large hall settled at one of the tables of the Restaurant. It was a fine Wednesday morning in the heart of autumn and there was but little things for her to do being still very early two or three hours till noon when the laborers and sailors took their siesta at the premises of her father's establishment. She had stood in front of his long legs to take the order while the iron cross shimmering between his open shirt and curly blonde hair had disoriented her attention forcing her to ask: ''I beg your pardon sir I didn't hear what you said I am sorry.''</p><p></p>