I confidently enter the hall, although there is a tornado inside me that is about to knock me off my feet. Every step is difficult for me. Nobody looks at me. For a long time now, everyone hasn't cared about what Oleg and I have. All his friends and girlfriends know that I'm his girlfriend and you can't touch me. Everything else between us is taboo for everyone.

I go up and kiss Oleg. And I feel the eyes of that asshole Golovin on me. I try not to react, but it's just impossible. From the very first meeting I felt him, and after today he is just a huge magnet for me. Tall, athletic brunette, blue eyes, ragged haircut that creates a mess on his head. Quite a bit plump lips and slight unshaven make him even more sexy than he was from birth. Self-confident, a little arrogant, which does not repel him at all, but, on the contrary, attracts the entire female sex to him. And, worst of all, he knows about it. And enjoy.

If only he knew how much effort I put in to look Oleg in the eyes. And the longer I look at Oleg, the hotter his look. If the look could cauterize, in these three months I would have had a 100% body burn. I can't stand it and turn around. He kisses the bitch next to him. One hundred percent sure that Oleg also not only kissed her. But the thought of her with Oleg makes him wince in disgust. But with Max it's different. So many feelings take over me at the same time that I can not cope with them. Max turns around with a smile and looks me straight in the eyes. With horror I understand that he sees right through me. I put a good face on a bad game and turned away. I look at Oleg and understand that Oleg noticed our exchanges with Max. I felt like my heart stopped.

- Are you envious? Oleg smiles with his lips.

- Not.

He doesn't believe me. I feel in my gut that I don't believe it.

- Kiss me the same, baby! he asks.

There is silence at our table. Now everyone is watching us. I'm at a loss, I can't find words and just shake my head. Oleg arches an eyebrow in anticipation.

- I won't kiss you here!

- What's the matter? Are you afraid that everyone will understand what a log you are?

It's humiliating. But I don't have a choice.

- Oleg! You are drunk!

Oleg laughs. He takes a glass of alcohol, it seems like whiskey, and drinks the contents in one gulp. Then he grabs me from behind by the head and pulls me to him. His lips are bitter, pitiless. I try to push away, but I'm too weak compared to him. I bite his lip. Oleg releases me, pressing his hand to his injured lip. His eyes are full of anger. I've never seen him like this. But wounded pride takes over, and not understanding at all what I'm doing, I give him a slap in the face.

There is deathly silence in the hall. No one dares to even breathe, let alone move. Out of the corner of my eye I notice that Golovin's fists are clenched, but this does not bother me much. Because I don't understand what's going on. From the word at all.

Second, two, three.

Ignatov grabs my hair and pulls my head back. From the pain from the eyes, not tears, sparks fly in different directions.

- Suuuka! he yells.

- Let her go! This is Max's voice. Oh, he better keep quiet.

Silence again. Oleg slowly turns his head and looks straight into Max's eyes. A sinister smile slowly forms on his face.

- Maksim? Are you sure? She's a whore!

I try to escape, but without success. Maxim gets up from his seat.

- Come on? - Ignatov continues to sneer, but does not let me go. - Ahhh, I get it. You must have missed that bitch! Yes?

He knows everything! He knows everything!

From the realization of what is happening, I fall into a stupor. I'm not scared anymore. I'm just horrified.

- I said let her go! Golovin raised his voice, but did not budge.

Oleg turns me to face Max:

- Yes, she is a whore, what would intercede for her! If you want to fuck her, then take it.

He pushes me in Max's direction. I lose my balance and fall straight onto the glass table. Bottles scatter, alcohol spills. Several wine glasses are broken, and I feel pain from cuts on my face and arm. But this is such a trifle. And in the next moment, I see how Max takes off and his fist meets the face of Ignatov. Oleg flies off in the opposite direction from me and falls to the floor. After a couple of seconds, he comes to his senses, and lying on the floor, begins to laugh. Blood is flowing from his nose, but apparently he does not care much, because he continues sarcastically:

- Yes, I fuck her for money! Paid pollama, and she spreads her legs on click. She's a whore and a log! Log!

Well, of course, everyone looks in my direction, as if by order, except for Max. He leans down, takes Ignatov by the collar of his half-opened shirt, and with one sharp movement sets him on his feet. Everyone is looking at the guys again.

“Shut up, Ignatov,” Max hisses.

- But the fact that? Will you hit me again? - Oleg is not appeased.

Meanwhile, one of the guys helps me up. I step aside. Nearby is one of Max's friends, it seems Matvey. He covers me.

And Ignatova Pret. He doesn't let up.

- Yes, she can't even suck properly! Golovin! You don't fucking need her!

And in a second, he meets Max's fist again. But somehow he manages to dodge and the blow is blurred, so he stays on his feet. And after a moment it hits Max in the face.

Then the fun begins. Ignatov and Golovin, clinging to each other, fall on the same glass table, and he can not stand it. Crashes under them. The guys do not pay any attention to the fragments and continue to beat each other in turn. The girls scream. The guys are trying to separate them. Matvey, holding my hand and covering himself, slowly moves towards the exit.

- Let go - I try to free myself, but he holds quite tightly.

- Get out of here! screaming right into my ear.

I can't hear him. All my senses seemed to freeze. There is no self-preservation instinct at all.

- Go away, Dash! We'll figure it out on our own! - He pushes me out into the corridor and closes the way to the hall.

I understand that it is useless to fight him. I go downstairs and instead of leaving, I head to the bar. The bartender, a young guy, looks around and after a couple of seconds a package of wet wipes appears in front of me. I shake my head negatively.

- I don't have a mirror!

Bag and phone left upstairs. And I was forbidden to return.

To which the bartender takes napkins and wipes the blood off my face.

- Scratch! You will live!

- Thanks! I try to smile, but I can't.

- Tequila?

I shake my head in the affirmative.

Everyone is probably looking at me, but I don't care. I am still in prostration. The bartender puts the tequila on the bar and I grab my glass and pour the alcohol into myself in one gulp. Inside, everything lights up and becomes warm.

- More!

The bartender repeats his manipulations, I repeat mine.

In general, I rarely drink, but today everything is not as usual.

- More!

And again, the bartender and I work together as a team.

- More!

The bartender shakes his head. I look at him and understand that this one will not help me now either. I get up and leave.

I take my coat and in a minute I find myself in the fresh air. The street is crowded with people. Everyone is looking at me again, but I pass by and gradually move away from the club.

January this year turned out to be truly wintery, and a thin coat and stilettos do not save from the cold at all. I can’t call a taxi, so I go where my eyes are. The frost refreshes my thoughts, and I am overwhelmed by the understanding of what is happening. Tears flow down the cheeks, down the chin and are lost somewhere in the neck area. Today I made a mistake for which I will never pay.

Oleg called me offensive words, but he was right. I actually slept with him for money! And in confirmation of this there is an agreement, where, in addition, there is a clause on treason. In case of infidelity on my part, I will have to return the amount received in a triple amount within ten days, otherwise Oleg will ruin my life. He almost did it, and now he won't stop.

I howled. The consequences were irreversible.

His gaze caught on a bench at an empty bus stop. I walked over, sat down, smeared mascara and blood on my cheeks with my fist, and prepared to die in a terrible frost. I don't know how much time passed before a black car stopped in front of me. The glass slowly lowered and I saw Max. The face is covered in bruises and blood, the knuckles are knocked down.

“Sit down,” he either asked or ordered.

I shook my head.

- Fuck, I said, sit down! shouted Golovin.

There was no way to argue. I slowly got up, walked over to the car and sat down in a warm saloon, probably signing my own death warrant.