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– Help our guest find a way out, – I said to one of my guys.

– I myself am able to do it, – the half-wit, who lost in the trash, immediately bristled.

I’ve always wondered what women find in these? A polished mug, and if you kick it, it will roll. Soap bubble, and only.

Ignoring his puny attempts to make a decent face at a shitty game, I nodded. The guard immediately came closer and with an inviting gesture offered to go to the door.

– You have a lot to do now, Ivan, – I said dryly. Remember, I don’t like procrastination. Get your money back, get your girl back. No, let’s talk differently.

Having dealt with all the cases, I went to my room. Only unlocking the door, he remembered the brunette that he ordered to be taken to the room, and immediately regretted it. The last thing I wanted to do now was listen to the tantrums of a bad woman. It was necessary to close it in one of the rooms and be done with it. But now what.

To my great surprise, the girl remained silent. Seeing me, she got up from the bed and, proudly lifting her chin, stared at me defiantly. I examined her from head to toe. Suddenly her hands shot up to the collar of her blouse. Fingers thin, long, nervously fiddling with the top button, threading it into the loop, then the next…