Arthur? Sensing something was wrong, I began to slowly back away.

- Vladimir? - the leader answered me in tone, hitting the air with a belt with a loud pop. – You know, Stanislav was right.

- In what? - having reached the stairs backwards, I began to slowly and carefully go down, sensing a huge catch in what was happening. Well, he wasn't going to beat me, was he?

- You need to be whipped.

- For what?! - I almost lost my balance from indignation, but managed to level out in time.

- Let me think ... - pretending to think, Arthur slowly approached me. I had already...