There's music playing around, and you're watching Albert. Another lady is flirting with him. He smiles sweetly at her. Whatever you do, he doesn't see your feelings, you're little more than an empty place for him. Cruel? Cruelly. You finish your martini in one gulp. Alcohol takes you into its shackles. Now you're dancing in the company of a stranger. His gaze greedily follows your movements. Someone's heavy hand rests on your shoulder and slowly takes you away. A hot whisper touches your ear: — What are you doing, I've fucked you with all the guys' eyes, and you're drunk as a skunk, you fool! You looked at him and smiled bitterly.