Chapter Nine
Sarah & The Russians
I saw several cars on the parking lot even though the brothel had just opened. They weren’t particularly luxurious and their plates revealed that Russians were ahead of me.
I walked into the hall, noticing that a couple of tables in the back were occupied by a group of large men with crude faces. That didn’t bother me because I liked to sit by myself in front of the stage. Since the girls hadn’t come out yet, I assumed that the gentlemen from the fraternal country arrived only a few minutes earlier. They spoke loudly, laughed, drank rakia and vodka, and indeed, since the language was very similar to ours, someone who wasn’t listening carefully could think that they are Serbs.
The girls started coming out. I didn’t want them to get a head start, pick th
