Morning. Grey. Dust. Gloom. She wakes up. Opens her eyes. Looks up at the ceiling. Short breath and she turns her head almost ready to get up
“ Oh, no. God.” – the whole room, the small room where they lived seemed to have been blown up. Every little piece of the place was marked with signs of a very delightful night. – “You! What have you done to the room? So many times I told you not to take people here! What were you thinking about?” – her fury was boundless.
“You were asleep. They didn’t even touch you, I guess.” – it was a not-very-tall young girl about 20 with round face and a sickly-sweet voice that was extremely loved by men.
“EVEN?”
“Relax [lighting a cigarette]. Are you working today?” – she asked with a normal every-day voice
“No.” – covering herself with an old dirty quilt
“[eyebrows up in surprise] Have you paid the rent?”
“Shit, no… [hiding her face in the pillow] Yes, I`m working today.”
“[irony] Good. Oh, by the way, He wanted to see you. Visit him before you go, alright Honey?”
“I wish he was dead”
“Leave the door open, perhaps beetles will go away. Have a nice day sweetheart.” – she left.