Ignatov saw me right away. Giving me a guilty look, Oleg slowly walked over to my table. Instead of sitting opposite and talking, he sat down next to me and pressed me to him, buried his hands in my hair, thereby forcing me to bury my face in his neck.

I tried to push Oleg away, but it was useless. He was many times stronger than me, and even more so now, when his adrenaline went through the roof. I had no choice but to give up. Its citrus aroma mixed with alcohol filled my lungs. I could hear his heart beating and his breath coming out in spasms. But...