- Look at me - I order the waitress without stopping her movements, and she, with an incredible effort, raises her eyes, trying to keep her eyes on me. Tears roll down her cheeks, smearing mascara all over her face. – Do not lower your eyes, look at me all the time, understand? I ask the girl rudely, and she mumbles indistinctly at me in response. Having intercepted her hair with one hand, with the other I grab her by the throat and, speeding up the pace, I begin to peck the girl right in the throat, with each push poking my head into the wall of the larynx. Saliva...