It was night time, the moon was glowing trough the big window, a few lamps were on in the living room, the record player was playing some old romantic Russian songs, pages turned every 3 minutes…and quiet sobbing was heard every now and then.

Vladimir sat on his expensive white couch, reading his favorite book, you were kneeling on the floor, a collar around your neck with a chain attached to it…your head was tilted down in embarrassment and sadness, you didn’t want to be here at first place…you just randomly got snatched out from the streets...!, vladimirs right leg was resting on your shoulder, you felt humiliated, like a dog.. your soobs started getting louder and quietly cursed at vladimir, it frustrated him and all he said was; ”Good boys don’t talk..”