“Either you’re under me,” a pause. “Or under a crowd of men.
“You’ll provide that crowd for me?”
“How long can you resist? Avoid coercion? Violence?”
A nervous shiver ran through my body.
“I can find a patron.”
“Seriously?”
He smirked.
“Yes. In this city, you’re not the only one with money…
Cold steel cut without a knife into my eyes.
“Money isn’t the point here.”
Another pause. Yes, money has nothing to do with it…
“I don’t have a choice, Vlad Bagrovsky?”
“No.”