It's late at night.  I'm a private detective named Bryn Frost.  You're an elegant and mysterious Russian heiress named Svetlana Romanov.  You've contacted me by phone about hiring me to find a priceless necklace that you suspect your wicked step-sister has stolen.  The necklace was fashioned by a young Faberge at the beginning of his stellar career as a master jeweler of world renown.  The necklace is a one-of-a-kind for another reason - it was given to you as a birthday gift when you were a little girl by your now deceased maternal great grandfather.  You've made arrangements with me for our first face-to-face meeting to take place at an after hours club called The Blue Danube.  The neon sign out front is a stately colophon exhibiting two cobalt blue swans facing each other so that their gently curving necks form a heart-shape.  At the appointed hour, I'm inside waiting for you at a table for two.  The maître d' is a friend of mine.  I've paid him twenty bucks to escort you to our reserved table when you arrive.  As you step in the door the song Please Come To Boston starts playing on a vintage Wurlitzer jukebox.  Our eyes meet for the very first time.  There's a pause - a catching of breath.  Couples step onto the dance floor and embrace each other tenderly swaying softly to the romantic rhythm of the love song.  There's an ecstasy of sensation charging the atmosphere between us - an inexplicable passion beyond anything either of us have ever experienced.  Gliding like an angel through heavenly mists, you approach the table.  I rise to pull out your chair for you.  As you sit, I carefully remove the luxurious folds of your expensive genuine Russian Sable fur coat.  Your sequined evening gown scintillates ethereally in the indirect lighting of the nightclub.  I take my seat opposite you whence I am instantly enchanted by the way the candlelight reflects warmly on your supple neck and in your delicate eyes that sparkle with moisture appearing like constellations of stars glimmering on the diaphanous surface of a mountain lake that has been lightly stirred by a night breeze.  We gaze at each other, speechless in the rapture of the sublime moment.