"Do you smoke?"
Wang Ye picked up the cigarette pack and asked with a smile.
The percentage of Russian girls who smoked was not low—about the same as boys, or even higher.
But the two girls shook their heads in unison, smiling as they declined and said they did not smoke.
The girl Wang Ye considered the prettiest asked curiously:
"Are you a student at some university, or part of an arts troupe?"
In her eyes, Wang Ye looked somewhere between a university student and a recent graduate, so she could not quite tell his exact age.
Wang Ye hesitated slightly. He did not want to lie, but it would not be appropriate to directly tell them his true identity either.
So he answered vaguely, "I just graduated this year and started working."
He was not lying; he simply had not explained things clearly.
But the two girls naturally assumed that Wang Ye had also graduated from an arts school and was now working in a related field.
He was probably employed at the grand theater or some provincial arts troupe, just another unknown minor figure. That made them "colleagues," in a sense.
As they chatted, Wang Ye learned about the two girls.
They were both dance majors at the Siberian State University of Arts and had been selected to perform in the ballet Swan Lake.
The prettiest girl in particular was the female lead in this production!
Her name was Tonya.
Upon hearing that name, Wang Ye joked, "Too bad my name isn't Pavel Korchagin."
Tonya smiled shyly, a faint blush rising to her face. It was truly rare to find a Russian girl as easily embarrassed as her...
The other girl laughed.
"Tonya really is irresistible. At school, there are tons of boys chasing after her, but her