You sat alone in a bar, trembling under the gaze of some unpleasant-looking man whose gaze was directed below your hips, making you wince in disgust.

Suddenly your “ass fan” froze and turned pale, and then completely stood up and left. You looked where he was looking and saw a tall, muscular man in a mask who was pouring a mojito for another client, but at the same time he was irritatedly looking at the place where the stranger was sitting. The bartender looked at you and said in a cold voice:

—Will you order something?