In the bar, before reaching the basement, a pint was offered to everyone in the group. The two accomplices had shared the costs of the order.
The Brazilian colleague seemed to get along very well with the man who had not let go of her arm since he had gotten a hold of it. And suddenly, they were dancing less and making out more. Svetlana smiled, watching them.
As for the second young man, he was still having bad luck. He had returned to Svetlana, except that the conversation hardly changed. They just weren’t hitting it off. Jaded, he left the two Ukrainian girls in their corner and moved on to another group of young naïve-looking girls. Perhaps one of them would be more open to him.
Svetlana mentioned to her Ukrainian friend that she was tired and wanted to return. She was not feeling t
