PAVEL'S POV
"Are you sure, Asya?" I ask as I hold the car door open for her.
"Nope." She takes my hand and exits the car. "But I need to do it anyway."
"Okay, baby."
With Asya's hand clasped in mine, I head toward the back entrance of Ural. I still don't think it's a good idea to come to the club during the hours it's open to the public.
It's not the same as going to the mall. Here, there will be more people in a smaller space, all crammed together. And since Ural is a more upscale place, most of the clubgoers will be wearing classy clothes, including suits on men.
I know she needs to face her fears, but I don't like the idea of her getting stressed for any reason. I want to shield her from harm. But Asya has been insisting for two weeks, so I finally caved.
We leave our jackets at the coat check and enter the main space.
There are already more than a hundred people inside.
