Chapter 28

They carried me not long, but productively. Along the way, we only met a couple of girls, although they did not remind me of the concubines from the films that I watched. No flying clothes, no enthusiastic chirping. Only a long look at my escort and pity in the look at me.

“I didn’t understand ... but where is the type of envy?” - in all oriental films they really didn’t like newcomers. And then a chilling look of pity for me.

But then we reached the door, the final goal of my journey in the arms of a bald man. He carefully opened it, came in with...