s chiming behind him. As soon as they stepped inside, the air felt stuffy. The aroma of de
fully lit bar counter stood in the center of the room. Few paid attention to
ly removed her own coat, hanging it on a nearby rack
art-deco style lamps hung from the ceiling, and Margo had an urge to tug on one of them, as they caught her a
th her long fingers. Her dark hair hung down, nearly obscuring the screen. Wh
m silently and with incredible agility. His movements were so fluid and precise, it
less bottles of alcohol, Margo shifted her gaze to the waiter. He looked young to her, perhaps too young. A tattoo of a dragon peeked out
y from the handsome young ma
a gave her a curious glance - it wasn't often you hear
?" the waiter asked, flashing
silently withdrew. As soon as he was a safe distance
he nodded towards a man sitting alone by the window. "He
sweater, with jet-black hair and an intense gaze focused on his laptop. He seemed
e," Margo pointed to a group of young men, seemingly in th
ng the cars, and boom, the client appears. But here..." Tanya sighed and wrinkled her nose. The
sight. Waiting for someone
. Indeed, they were waiting for men-but the kind that co
er said casually. "My friend is coming by, maybe we c
the girls didn't k
, judging by their appearance. They entered loudly, engaged in a lively conversation. After they s
inished conversation. They flinched slightly and turned t
the way, I'm Kirill," the bartender said, handing them a pi
rill's hand. "And this is Margo, our VIP." Tanya playfully nudged he
dence grew. And Tanya was already s
nya murmured, only to be rudely interrupted
he student shifted his gaze to the girls, specifically to Tanya's long legs. "Ladies, why don't you join us? Yo
them and dismissed them with a sharp comment: "
hanged, and he mumbled something
s not cause trouble. Can we keep it down?" he pleaded sof
a bright sports coat. His friends continued to grin, and Margo guessed they had probably made a bet on the girls, sending the bravest one to ma
ual drive outweighed his pride,
join us," he asked, ogling the girls fr
him with a silent wave, as if
here to find someone to screw. M
ender, fists ready. Margo reacted quickly, grabbing
re the same!" he spat angrily and returned to his
her friend ye
ill was talking on his phone with someone, and Margo clenched internally, hoping he wasn't calling the police. The last thi
men over there," she motioned with her
he men. Both looked to be around 45, dressed differently-one
id, and definitely have money. Unlike s
mentally dubbed "losers," catcalled as the girls walked pas
nded Margo of how the neighborhood boys used to tease them in the same way, onl
anged approving glances, whispering to eac
ng their interest, they openly admired the girls' figures, clearly pleased with what they saw. Margo per
tubble and broad shoulders gave him a rugged appeal. Margo noticed a wedding ring on his thick fingers. His friend was his p
mself. "And this is my friend Vyacheslav," he nodded towards the slender man, wh
, raising his voice. "Why bother with these old
s and shriveled balls whe
in the ne