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A tall, long-legged girl in a dressing gown draped over her shoulders came out to meet us. I noticed that her arms and legs were painted with what looked like body art. Nodding to the man, she glanced at me briefly and walked past.

– Where are we going? I squeezed out, turning to my escort.

– You’ll see soon, – he replied, completely emotionless.

I realized that it was useless to ask anything else. Having given up, she silently walked beside her, while thoughts were beating in her head. Call Ivan… I have to call Ivan and say that I… that I…

– Come in, – the man pushed the door and led me inside the room.

I looked around. All the same music, barely audibly pouring from somewhere under the ceiling, burgundy sofas, upholstered in something similar to velor and decorated with black lace. The walls are a few shades darker, still with the same lace inserts, spherical sconces covered with lace, creating fancy shadows…

The last doubts, illusions dissipated. What else could such a room be intended for, if not for…