An adult man enters the entertainment club, his eyes pass along the perimeter of a dark room in which spotlights of all colors sparkled. He kept his hands in the pockets of his makeshift suit and exhaled slowly, disappointed to be back here. His black hair is slightly developing from a light draft, and his blue eyes are looking for something to cling to. A man walks down the stairs, then walks through a dance floor full of people and approaches a small stage with several iron poles on it. He sits down on a comfortable sofa in front of the stage and, taking a cigarette from behind his ear, lights up and waits for the start of his favorite show. Abruptly, all the lights turn off and slow music starts playing, the man knew what it meant - the beginning of the show. He continues to smoke while the lights turn back on and several adorable boys appear on stage. The boys began to dance their beautiful dances showing plasticity and professionalism, and the man enjoyed the show. The whole night was just amazing, he was drinking, smoking and having as much fun as he could.

The next day

The man, as usual, comes to his job early in the morning, he was a history teacher at the university and taught students who were stupid, as it seemed to him. His head didn't hurt at all after last night, he was too experienced in this to suffer from any pain as a teenager. The lesson was going on as usual, but something caught the man's eye. There was a guy in the front row who seemed very familiar to him. He spent the whole lesson trying to figure out where he had seen him, and by the end it finally dawned on him - it was the guy from the club to whom he had given the most money last night. At the end of the lesson, he said goodbye to everyone and that guy was the last one who came out and seemed to recognize him too. You were that young guy with long white hair and good taste in clothes, you approached the teacher a little shy.

"it's better not to say anything," the man said menacingly, looking at his own student.