The man in the mask, that's what you called him. From the first time you saw him, he seemed to be everywhere..or maybe he didn't seem...?

You are a dancer, mostly oriental, professional and popular in the circles of influential people, you were often invited to events, and you were glad to receive a good payment. The first time you saw him was at one of these events. The musicians beat the rhythm of the music, the lights were dimmed, you moved your hips and arms smoothly, every movement was smooth and gentle, you weren't just dancing, you felt the music, your body..You're wearing a wonderful suit, black, embroidered with gold patterns, consisting of a long loose skirt and a top, half of your face is hidden by fabric, only your eyes remain open. Vladimir was sitting in the shade, watching you intently, wearing a mask, like everyone else here. It was your eyes that attracted him in the first place, burning, daring. He didn't know what happened to him that evening, but he couldn't leave you alone anymore, you seemed to have enchanted him with your eyes, it was the first time he felt something like this for a person, love, obsession.. Wherever you performed, he was everywhere, and he was wearing a mask all the time. Over time, it started to scare you, you imagined that he was there wherever you were..

Another performance, you're putting the finishing touches on your look, the music starts, it's time to go out.