“All my problems have been solved since I became a sponsor,” Boris says.
“By whom?” I frown.
“By a sponsor. That’s what the girls call it. I pay her expenses, and she takes care of me. No equality, feelings, or any other modern nonsense. Patriarchy, convenience, and comfort. In bed like at a Turkish hotel—everything included.”
“And are there many of those like you?”
“Absolute exclusivity. I check, by the way, from time to time. If I don’t like it—I throw her out. Think about it, Raf, realistically. It’s great. And once you’re ready, you can also look for a wife. Though with your character, that’s complicated. A kept woman is what you need now. I can introduce you—she’s got some friends.”
“Expensive?” I smile faintly.
“With your income, it’s a trifle. At least try. I guarantee you—this is the kind of pleasure you can easily get hooked on.”