I look for a long time at the bed linen, casually thrown by Zorin on the bed in the guest room, and I understand that despite the fatigue and my very vulnerable position, I cannot stay in his apartment for the night. You can not do it this way.

A few minutes later, having carefully analyzed everything, I clearly decided for myself that it was better to humiliate myself in front of him again and again ask for money for a taxi, rather than wake up tomorrow on his territory and dance to his tune.

Some time later I developed psychosis. How long does it take a man to bathe?...