The nightclub that Francesco took Svetlana to was about five kilometres south of Rome. It was a very modern-looking place where the clients were handpicked. Francesco was well aware of the selection criteria. He did not hesitate to show off his money to be treated as a V.I.P. People who showed obvious signs of being wealthy could easily skip the waiting line.
As they entered the corridor leading to the main room of the club, several individuals turned around as they passed. Some with scornful looks, others a little envious. Svetlana asked him if he knew these people. Francesco said he didn’t. Certainly, they were regulars who did not like that special treatment was reserved for a certain class of people, according to him. Heading towards a spot away from the crowd of revellers, a young wo
