A rich and persistent Dagestani man wished the bartender of a nightclub, but was refused. Squeezed into financial constraints, Zaryana is ready for any services except intimate ones. Will the hero achieve the location of the proud woman? * * *— Agree to meet with me already. You like me too. “I feel it,” he leaned on top of my head, his breath scorching my hair. “Only sex?” — a stupid question burst out. “What do you want?” Get married right away? - Valiev clarified with a bit of malice, pulling away. - Here you go! I definitely don't need it. And sex, by the way, too. - So what do you need? — puzzled. — Freedom. — Freedom? The person who had it didn’t understand that someone couldn’t have it. And while he was at a loss, I sharply opened the door and jumped out into the corridor.