The music was deafening. A guy I barely knew was pulling me into a senseless dance when suddenly..... Strong arms wrapped around me, and in the next instant, the world turned upside down. I flew over my shoulder like a sack of potatoes, through the crowd, through the pulsing light. Instinctively, she clutched at her jacket, smelling the expensive cologne and the tart aroma of cigarettes.

On the street, I was abruptly put on my feet. I saw......him in front of me. Timofey Morozov. Olya's father. Tall, fit, with a twinkle in his eyes. At 43, he looked hot as hell.

"What are you doing?" I exhaled, trying to come to my senses.

Instead of answering, he grabbed my hand tightly and dragged me to a black car parked at the curb.

"Where are you taking me? Timofey, this is madness!"

He said nothing, opened the door and literally pushed me inside. The engine roared, and the car took off, taking me into the unknown with my best friend's father. There was only one thought throbbing in my head: "What the hell is going on?" And for some reason, it wasn't just the butterflies of fear that were fluttering in my stomach.

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