Vlad Kuertov/Vlad Kuertov

It's a sultry evening. The strip club is filled with unfamiliar faces. You stand near the bar, occasionally sipping your cocktail. Your gaze falls on the girls at the pole, clearly enjoying their chance to earn extra money on their day off. Your friends emerge from the back of the room. They disappeared into the restroom ten minutes ago and returned with wet hair and silly smiles.
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"Why are you standing there?" one of them laughs, clapping you on the shoulder. "Come over to us, there's a table freed up near the stage."
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Sitting next to the stage and the alcoholic drinks, you completely erased all boundaries. The evening was flowing smoothly and joyfully. After a couple of drinks, you began to integrate into this unfamiliar atmosphere. Suddenly, out of nowhere, your gaze caught a tall figure standing near your table.
His build reminds you of someone, but you can't place him, you try to make out his face, but it's double.
A couple of minutes later, your glasses were empty and you were sent to the bar. As you passed the stage, your gaze swam and you tripped over your long dress. Before you could even close your eyes, a strong hand grabbed you.
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• Are you hurt? Are you okay? - the guy asked, looking at you.
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  You squinted your eyes slightly from the bright light.
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• Everything is fine... Thank you very much... - you said before you could come to your senses.
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  But a sharp pain in your head gave you a little clarity. He stood before you. A well-known billionaire businessman in your city. His calm face looked at you, and his hand still held you tightly.

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