Zelena was finally on the plane and sat thinking about the morning while the rest of the passengers got on. She'd got up early and started to dress for the trip but as she put on the elegant new clothes that Mister Villi had bought for her she felt like a fraud. These fine things weren't really hers; in fact she couldn't wear the silk underwear, but packed it and put on her own things, which were nice enough.
She had a hard time walking in the boots because they had high heels and she had difficulty walking down the stairs. When Emma and Uncle Vlad saw her they both stared at first then told her how wonderful she looked.
Mister Villi had picked her up in his big chauffeur-driven car to take her to the airport and on the way they'd chatted. He'd slip his hand up her skirt as he usually did in the restaurant and had stopped short when he reached her panties.
"Didn't you get silk underwear and knickers?"
"I did." She answered, embarrassed. "But they were too nice to wear so I put my old things on."
He roared with laughter and gave her a huge hug. "I love you Zelly, but from now on you always wear silk, okay?"
He told her that if she wanted to be an escort she could work for him, or in one of his clubs and make good money and she said she'd think about it. However she wanted to be with Bella.
"Maybe Bella can work for me too."
"And Szasza, how about her?" She'd asked him.
"You want me to hire every whore in London? I'll think about it." He said smiling at her, knowing he couldn't refuse her anything.
He put his arm around her and kissed her, then asked, "Do you know what my real name is?"
And when she said "No" he went on, "I was named for my uncle, a famous man in Russia, but stupid English can't pronounce it, so they call me Mister Villi. My real name is Joseph Djugashvili, You know that name?"
She nodded, but found it hard to believe. He looked nothing like the man she, and everyone in the East, knew to be Joseph Djugashvili, however he was Georgian.
"So I should call you Uncle Joe?" She laughed.
"You can call me anything, but I like Uncle Joe."
As they raced along the M-4 toward Heathrow other cars seemed to move over to let them through, it all seemed like a different life to Zelena. When they reached Heathrow the chauffeur hopped out, got her bag and took her into the terminal where he found the counter for her flight and left her at the end of the line. A man checking tickets said she was in the wrong line and took her to another place where she stood nervously by herself.
"What's the matter with my ticket?" she asked him.
"Nothing's wrong with your ticket dear, you were in the economy line."
Just then the woman at the desk called her over to check her ticket and passport. Again Zelena demanded to know why she had been separated from the others. From her experience in Eastern Europe she was afraid of being pulled out of line.
"There's no problem miss, it's just that the other people are economy and you're first class." And showed her the ticket where it said in bold print 'FIRST CLASS'.
"First class?" She was aghast. She couldn't possibly pay for that. But when she started to question it the woman told her that it was paid for, and looking at the return part told her it was paid both ways.
So now she sat in the most comfortable seat she'd ever been in while the flight attendant fussed over her until she finally accepted a glass of champagne. She noticed the man sitting next to her and smiled at him.
He smiled back, "Who are you?"
"Me? My name Zelena."
"Hi, my name is Fred. But I meant are you someone I should know, a model, an actress? You caused quite a stir back there."
"Model? Actress? No, I'm waitress." She laughed.
"I don't believe it, waitresses don't dress like that."
"I work in my uncle's restaurant in Soho, in London."
"The tips must be very good in your uncle's restaurant. What's it called?"
She told him about Uncle Vlad's restaurant, and went on, "But I have a very good friend who bought me clothes and paid for my plane ticket."
"You're his mistress?" The man said with a smirk.
"Mistress? I don't understand. What's mistress?"
"Do you....uh....sleep with him?"
"Sleep with him?" Zelena was still bewildered. Then she got it. "You mean fuck him? No! He's old fat man. Very nice man, lots of money, but no, he doesn't fuck me." She said, reddening a little.
"How long have you been in England?" Fred asked.
And after she explained, omitting the part of wanting to be an escort, he told her that girls didn't say 'fuck' to total strangers. He asked who the man was and when she told him about Mister Villi it dawned on him who her benefactor was.