Oleg straightened up, and, running his hand over his head, exhaled heavily, and then stared at me. He looked as if consciousness was slowly returning to him. I realized he was high.

I was afraid to move. And so she stood, with bare thighs and with her dress pulled up to the waist. Well, at least in shorts. I thought if I was distracted even for a second, he would attack me again.

The silence lasted, none of us tried to speak first. I just saw how his breathing evened out, and the madness in his eyes gradually receded into the background. Oleg looked at me as if seeing me...