The smoke of hookahs and the smell of alcohol permeated these corridors. And also perfumes, a lot of perfumes, expensive and pretentious. From this mixture, turning into a stink, I wanted to puke. Dima slowly, along the wall, walked to the emergency exit in order to inhale at least a little air, fresh and cool. From stuffiness and lack of air, dots flashed before my eyes, and my legs wobbled. If only not to fall, otherwise Valery will also kick for it well. Valerius, you vile disgusting creature! How skillfully he pretends in public to be all kindness and forgiveness. But as soon as the door of his VIP room...