A day later, Vladimir lay down on the leather couch of his nightclub in the most closed place and forbidden to be quiet to think. Unfortunately, he had the unpleasant surprise of seeing Tanya.

He drew on his cigarette and he sent a violent look that should dissuade her from advancing but alas, it came to come kiss. He let hoping to feel something.

Nothing.

Eyes fixed on the red tapestry, with nothing else in mind than that which could have become his captive Vladimir pulled away with a dry gesture.

- Stop!

She stared red with anger.

- I can see what takes you from seventy-two hours!

- I'm...