Herman drove into the courtyard of a residential area and stopped in a parking lot.

- Where are we? I asked, looking anxiously out the window.

“Don’t be afraid, let’s go,” Herman got out of the car and opened the door for me.

“Tell me where we are!” I insisted. I was already beginning to gnaw at anxiety, and I was closer than ever to escape.

- I live here - without the slightest effort, Herman pulled me out of the salon. “Dream-sharing requires some equipment, so…”

"I won't go to your house!" I stepped back. Now acquaintance with this man has lost all charm for me.

He decided that...