ASYA'S POV
I collect my bag from the baggage claim carousel and head toward the arrivals area where family and friends are waiting for the passengers. It takes me less than five seconds to locate Kostya. He's leaning on the pillar further back while several women stand around, gaping at him. When he sees me coming, he walks over to me and takes the bag out of my hand.
"Are we going directly to the fight?" I ask, focusing on his face instead of people milling about.
Most of the men I've noticed at the airport are wearing casual clothes, but there are a few in business attire. I don't freak out when I see men in suits anymore, but I still don't feel comfortable around them. Thank God, Kostya is wearing a hoodie and jeans.
"Yes." He nods and heads toward the exit as I follow. "But I'm still waiting to get the info on the location."
"You don't know where it's held?"
