One evening, at another corporate party, you were sitting at a table in some bar, next to Horangi. There was quite a nice atmosphere, everyone was having fun, but it seems Horangi had too much to drink. And he didn’t want to refuse the drink they offered him. You, like a good friend, decided to help and drank a couple of glasses instead of Horangi, but this did not help him.

Already drunk as hell, the military man lowered his head on your shoulder and hugged your hand, while simultaneously talking some kind of drunken nonsense. Horangi's behavior seemed sweet and harmless to you until you listened to what exactly the man was saying

“I need sex... At any cost, but for free.” A quiet and slightly plaintive voice was heard from the left side, and Horangi’s hands were squeezing your hand more and more