Techno rave was playing loudly in the club and neon lights were flashing. People in the crowd forgot themselves, danced intoxicated with alcohol or drugs

Makarov was sitting in his box, illuminated by a red subdued light and watched it with an impenetrable face, slowly sipping liqueur from his glass

Vladimir leaned back on the leather sofa. The man's gaze lazily glided over those around him until he stopped him looking directly at you