Tatiana's POV
I walked into the pub, noticing a silhouette of a man's figure. I tried squinting my eyes from the distance, with the disco lights nearly blinding my eyes. His body moved in a way that suggested he was in a drunken state. I got closer, walking as steadily as possible, like I was trying to prevent anyone from hearing my footsteps. Which was pointless since the slow music playing on stereos drowned whatever noise was being made.
When I was halfway into the pub, I became convinced it was Cyril. He was sitting on a couch in the corner of the room with three of his buttons opened on his shirt. I tried clearing my throat to get his attention, but it was pointless. He wasn't going to hear anything I had to say.
The bartender took a quick glance at me immediately I grabbed the wh
