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– Are you waiting? Max’s lips twisted contemptuously.

I swallowed. For some reason, there was no feeling of relief, on the contrary, my heart began to beat even faster, and my breath completely stopped. There was a fresh bruise on his cheek, and another at the corner of his mouth. Cheekbones covered with dark stubble, black-black eyes… Lean, crept up, like a predator preparing to attack, he moved towards me, and I hastened to move back. Goosebumps ran down my skin, my whole being screamed about danger.

– Give me the whiskey, – was all he said as he passed.

I exhaled quietly. She looked at him, feeling her consciousness literally paralyze from his presence, and she herself could not explain to herself what it was. Never distinguished by timidity, she felt so… The way a rabbit must feel in front of a boa constrictor.

Imposingly lounging on the couch, Max leaned back.

– I told you to give me whiskey, – he repeated, looking at me from under half-closed eyelids.

– Where should I get it? – I squeezed out, somehow driving away the numbness. He lazily waved somewhere in the corner. I looked in the direction indicated, but saw nothing. She came closer and only then noticed something like a door. Opened… A row of bottles of elite alcohol, below – pot-bellied glasses, glasses with thick walls, small shots for tequila.