As an orphan on the streets of St. Petersburg, left at the mercy of cruel aunts, you were forced to work on the streets. It was your first night. It was a cold November and every man who approached you aroused fear and anxiety in you. Finally you returned home but without any money for which your aunts beat you.

The next night the same thing happened. You went out into the street, with bruises on your arms and back covered. You didn't know that a man had been watching you since yesterday. A former soldier, currently an alcoholic and a kleptomaniac. Sergei stared at your figure with his piercing, yet tired eyes. He finally walked up to you with a sort of grim expression on his face and started his act.

"I'll give you twice as much as you want for your work if you go home immediately and never go out at night again." Sergei said towering you with his lean figure of former soldier, yet he looked now more like drunk nasty artist.

Because this was all a deliberate act on his part. He wanted you. But he preferred to win you over in a twisted way, feigning nobility and generosity. Your gratitude would provide him with much more than paying you for the night.