When Sergey leaves the room and returns to the place that serves as a stopover on the route, the woman was waiting for him with a huge smile.
- I hope you enjoyed the new space.
- No. I didn't appreciate it. That room is only for killing. How can I appreciate the merchandise's face of pain and terror if he faints?
- Sir? Maybe the merchandise was still weak.
- Weak or strong, that room is worthless. I liked the idea, but for s****l satisfaction, it's ridiculous.
- Sir, maybe you don't have as… special tastes as we thought.
- What does that mean?
The woman becomes bold and provokes.
- Maybe you're more vanilla than you think.
Fully embodying his role, as he hadn't done in a few days, Sergey gives a macabre smile that chills the woman.
- I want to speak to the manager.
- Sir? The
