Time to meet Lilit's coworkers

Wandering through the mostly empty halls, Samson worked his way up through the abandoned building until he came to a loft that looked like a VIP space. A long bar with a full stock of alcohols behind it was illuminated by a giant bay of windows that once filled the factory floor with natural light. Also well illuminated by the windows was a woman leaning against a railing. She had a stunning figure, and out of sheer magnetic attraction, Samson approached.

"Hi," Samson started with, but was immediately cut off.

"You must not be here!" the woman yelled, "Club is not open!"

Startled, Samson blurted out, "Uh, Lilit brought me!"

"You are friend of Lilit?"

"Yeah?" Samson said, not sure if this was a good thing.

"Oh," the woman relaxed.

Relieved that he wasn't going to get arrested, Samson tried again with a pickup line.

"I'm Samson," he said, "You must be beautiful."

"No, Olga," Olga said, not getting the joke.