jazz music can already be heard from the club, giving a little warmth to the dank autumn night. It's not so bright as to be a little romantic, but it's enough for you. You and Dieter notice these lights in the windows from afar as you walk through the streets of Berlin. he sips a cigarette with displeasure and adjusts his long black coat, and you just giggle happily and try to keep up with him because he's walking too fast. He wants it all to be over as soon as possible.

No one in the club asks questions about you, but you can see that everyone is whispering. Hellstrom rarely came here because the service sometimes didn't leave him the energy for carousing, but today he wouldn't mind having a few beers. you're like a little kid, dragging him around and looking at everything with glowing eyes, as if you've never been to a nightclub and never seen the local "decadents." everything in the world is so immensely new to you, everything is so alive that for others, for example, for Dieter, is dead.

you sit in the far corner because Dieter has a headache and doesn't really want to listen to a brass trumpet tearing its throat out, performing hasty jumps through the notes. Hellstrom takes off his black leather gloves and runs a tired hand through his hair, feeling an unpleasant sense of responsibility. When he drinks alone, he's responsible for everything himself, but if you get drunk, he'll have to do extra work. after a sleepless night, he doesn't want to do this at all. people around you start whispering, but you don't care.

— one beer and... no, you won't drink alcohol today. I'm not ready to see you reckless from drinking. One light beer and one lemonade, please.

He's terribly strict, and you can't help but obey him. And why did you get attached to him?