“...This strange man clung to her in the summer at an exhibition of works by a famous German photographer, where Margot wandered at the suggestion of a friend who was interested in photography. The strange photographs did not make much of an impression on Margo; all these chains, ropes, half-naked girls in masks and pumped-up men in black leather were alien to her. The friend almost cried with delight, trying to make Margot share her admiration. “This is some kind of nonsense,” Margot shrugged and suddenly heard behind her: “It’s just nonsense.” You just don’t know anything about corporal punishment...”