A phenomenal birthday! Alone, in a luxurious hotel, with champagne—and with friends who shout on the phone at the top of their lungs: “Happy birthday—ya-ya! You can open the gift!”
I pull off the lid from the box that was delivered a couple of hours ago. And I stare in confusion inside: handcuffs, a condom wrapper band, some tubes…
“What is this?” I ask, bewildered.
“This isn’t everything,” says Натали. “The second part of the gift will knock on your door.”
“Already…?” I get even more lost—because, yes, someone really is knocking.
“How quick!” my friend marvels.
“His name is Demid,” the second whispers conspiratorially.
“You sent me an escort?” I can’t believe it.
“A doctor!” laughs the third idiot. “Let him cure your….”
I don’t hear the last word. I pass out and go to the door.
Send whoever’s there far away!