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– I’m taking her, – a man standing a meter from me minted.

He cast an indifferent, careless glance and nodded to one of the guards. He instantly appeared near and, firmly grabbing my elbow, led me to the door.

– I’m not going anywhere! The momentary stupor passed quickly. I tried to pull my hand away, but the kingpin holding me was so healthy that his five would be enough for three people like me.

She glanced at Ivan, who was standing near the gaming table, but, judging by the gloomy expression on his face, he was not going to help me.

– It is in your interest to find the money as quickly as possible, – the chief spoke again, addressing this time exclusively to my husband. – In the meantime, she will stay with me as, so to speak, collateral.

A cynical grin twisted the hard line of his mouth. He narrowed his dark eyes and began to look more dangerous than before. Carelessly combed dark hair barely noticeable curled at the temples, light jeans, a T-shirt, on top – an unbuttoned jacket with leather stripes. Heck! I understood that Ivan was completely stuck, and it seems that I got stuck along with him. God, instead of my wedding night with my own husband, will I have to…

The palms became wet, the heart skipped a beat. I tried again to wriggle out of the guard’s steel grip and again it was useless.

– Ivan! I cried out in despair.

My husband looked at me hard. A tidy sum, a car, the keys to which were now played by the one in the jacket… How much did Ivan owe? Seems like a lot…

– I’ll give everything, – Vanya squeezed out through clenched teeth. And my wife…

– There will be money, there will be a conversation about your wife, – the man snapped coldly and, without looking, threw to the guard: «Take her away.»

His voice was booming, soft and rough at the same time. I have no idea how this is possible, but when he spoke, it felt like you were being beaten with velvet-wrapped stones. Panic washed over me. Resisting, I pushed my guide into the powerful chest.

– I’m not an expensive accessory for you to…

– Take away this hysterical woman, – the chief threw already harder and again walked over me with an impartial look. – She will scream, shut her mouth. I’ll be back soon.

Taking me out of the hall, the guard dragged me along a long corridor, at the end of which there was a turn into another, narrower one. I hesitated for a moment, and he pushed me roughly on the shoulder.

– Can you be more careful? – protsedila, glancing askance.

He looked at me like I was an annoying fly and, without answering, opened the door that was in front of us. He turned on the light and, pushing it inside, said briefly:

– Wait for Max.

– Max? she asked, feeling both anger, confusion, and misunderstanding at the same time. It was in my blood to get stuck in history, but to do this…

He didn’t answer. Instead, he closed the room. All I heard was the click of a lock.

– Hey! I grabbed the handle and pulled. – Open! I’m not going to sit here and wait for your Max!

Twitched again. Nothing. Not knowing what to do, she turned around and looked around the room. A wide bed with wooden posts on the sides, a closet in the corner, next to it is a small safe built into the wall.

Inside me, everything bubbled with indignation. What am I to them, what kind of doll or object of sale?! Nervously took a couple of steps, threw her purse on the bed. Yes, it was in my blood to get stuck in history, but some kind of fight between classmates is one thing, but this…

She ran her fingers through her loose black hair and ruffled it. What right does this Max have to keep me here?! She looked back at the bed.

– Diamine (Damn it – translated from Italian.)! – protsedila through her teeth. She exhaled and rubbed her face with her hand.

And what should I do now? Just wait? A few hours ago, I married Ivan, and then he decided to stop by the casino for a minute, and then… At the next glance at the wide bed, I began to shake. This was not part of my plans! What am I to him, what a whore?! She thinks I will… She walked resolutely to the door and tugged at the handle again. Nothing had changed in the past couple of minutes – the door was still locked. Well no! She knocked her fist loudly and shouted:

– Open! I want to talk to this… Max! Open the door! Do you hear?!

She listened, expecting to catch at least some sound – footsteps or any other movement, but the corridor was silent, as if in a crypt.

– Can anyone hear me? Without stopping pounding, she shouted again.

There was no answer. Either no one heard me, or they just didn’t want to hear. Which of these was closer to the truth, I did not know. She kicked the door and, hissing, went deeper into the room. She looked around, trying to cling to at least something, but the only thing that constantly stopped her eyes was the bed.

– Damn bastard! – I said in Italian.

For a moment I thought of calling my mother, but I hastily dismissed it. This is the only thing I miss! I suspect that she is far from happy about my escape with Ivan, but… I warned you! My life, I decide what to do with it! There was nothing to climb!

I circled the room and sat on the edge of the bed. Comfortable… It was disgusting to think how many people like me were here. Taking a deep breath, she clenched her hands into fists. Sliding off, the purse fell to the floor near her feet. Before making the last bet, Ivan had already flown in… A lot. For a lot. And then another… a lot. If you add up a lot, a lot, and a lot, a lot…

Groaning, I stretched out my legs and ran my fingers through my hair again. Like it or not, but ass, as they say, behind.

The lock clicked so sharply that I flinched. She tossed her head and stood up abruptly, taking a step towards the door. It swung open, and the chief entered the room, pulling off his jacket as he went. Max. Lifting my chin, I pursed my lips and fixed my eyes on him, but he looked at me again, as if I were something unworthy of his attention.