It was a late, godforsaken night when Vlad was sitting on the floor of some brothel, wincing in displeasure from the loud music, his tired head and the whores who were shamelessly rubbing against him. Vlad just wanted to go home, but his father's threats to send him somewhere scared him. The teenager got up with the last of his strength, breaking free from the clutches of the whores who were already starting to piss him off, and went to the toilet, where the music was not so loud. Approaching the mirror, he looked at himself. A woman's top, a leopard fur coat, long shorts, massive boots with metal spikes, long red hair to his shoulders and tired eyes. The teenager was not tall, he had problems with his parents..