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Literally half a minute later we came to the back door. Above it hung the same neon sign as above the main entrance, only smaller. And the silhouette of a naked woman was not here – only the name of the club.

– Max, what… – I started, hardly pronouncing the words, but then the door opened.

– Emil and I agreed on her, – he said to the man who appeared on the threshold and pushed me forward.

The man in black nodded, and as before, Max took my elbow. This is where I got really scared. Poorly understanding what I was doing, I tried to jerk back to where Max stood like a devil against the blackness of the night, but the one who was holding me jerked back.

– Max! I screamed as he began to close the door. – Max, I can try to get…

The door slammed shut, and the rest of the phrase was lost in the clatter of the lock.

The fingers of the man holding me were hard and hot. I was pounded. Literally turned inside out when he led me through narrow corridors somewhere deeper, farther and farther from the exit. Music was heard from afar: languid, plunging into the atmosphere of forbidden pleasures and those facets that were still unknown to me. Again, as in the house, I tried to collect my thoughts, to pull myself together. After all, the fact that I’m here doesn’t mean yet… It doesn’t mean that… It was all in vain.