"They will come now," shouts Adele in my ear and sips a cocktail.
I nod.
"What do you want to drink?" Danylo sits down next to me and whispers in my ear, and his hand touches my back.
I freeze. In clubs or at parties, I always watch what I drink myself, or trust only my close friends. I know what happens in clubs, I know that the girls are always given something, and men are taking advantage of them.
"Probably only juice."
He laughs, it makes his dimples appear again.
"Don't worry, I'll take care of everything, no one will hurt you, and I'll take you home exactly at twelve o'clock, Cinderella," he continues to whisper in my ear. "You can do whatever you want, and I will control."
"Will you drink?"
"You know that I don't drink, especially when I'm driving." "I definitely saw you drunk a few weeks ago," I remind him.
"It was a mistake," he frowns.
"Then I will have some kind of cocktail, but not very alcoholic."
"It will be done, mon amour," Danylo said in his perfect French accent and gets up from his seat.
The way Danylo behaves makes me trust him. I am sure that he will never hurt me.
The guys lying on the sofa seem to have lost the ability to orient themselves in space.
They seem to be looking somewhere, but they don't seem to see anything. The girls, who will now merge with them, sitting so close, do not look better.
"So there’s nothing going on between you two?" Timur suddenly appears next to me.
"God, you scared me."
"What are you doing here?"
"The same reason as you. Hanging out."
"Uh-huh." Timur’s smile spreads across his face.
"Dude, get away from her," says Bondar.
I smile.
"We were just talking."
"Go talk to someone else. Here's your cocktail." Bondar hands me the cocktail and I thank him.
I like the taste. "Is this a coconut?" "Yes," he nods.
"I like it," I smile.
"I am glad."
"I am glad." Timur repeats after him. "You two are so cute, it makes me sick."
"Then go and fuck someone and don't bother us."
"You're right, man. I haven't slept with anyone for two days. Shit, maybe I'm ill?"