The music led me, making me forget about everything. A husband killed on the edge of a birch grove... A marshy swamp that covered his corpse... A stranger on a train with a shiv in his hands... All this receded into the background, it seemed unreal, distant and alien. The young beautiful body, like a magnet, attracted looks. “More, Dasha, give it more!” — the audience roared excitedly. demanding a continuation. Finally the last chord sounded, and the heroine was taken away. “The act is cancelled, gentlemen,” the compere announced sadly in the ensuing silence. The next performance of the young stripper will take place in a pre-trial detention center...