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— Excuse me, please, but what is the stripper's name?—I asked the waiter.

— Did you like our star too?—the man chuckled.— You haven't heard Neil B sing yet. Voice like a fallen angel.— he put a calendar in front of me.— Will you take it? Twenty zlotys.—

Without thinking twice, I immediately gave him the money for the calendar.

I tried to pretend that I wasn't interested in any of this, but still I was attracted to this handsome Neil B.

He's not just handsome...

Suddenly a glass drops in front of me.

— This is a gift for you.— says the waiter.— From that table over there.—

I turn around and see a beefy man in his sixties in a leather suit.

— Tell him I'm not accepting the gift. I've never been interested in men like him in my whole life.—I said.— I'm looking for someone who will really be interesting...—

I do not know why I said that last phrase.

Walking towards the toilet, I pretended that I dropped my bag and everything scattered on the floor.

My victim rushed to help me, despite the fact that there were a lot of people here. And my weapon of his murder was right now under his hand - it's an ordinary small badge, the only thing that distinguishes him from others is that his needle is smeared with poison that cannot be identified.

— Oh, I'm sorry, I'm so awkward! Everything always falls out of my hands when I come here!—I smiled, feigning embarrassment.

— It's okay. When there is still a desire in the body, there is a captivity...—the man shuddered.— Oh, pricked!—

— Be careful, some kind of infection may get in, suddenly the finger will swell. Sorry for my awkwardness!—I pulled the needle out of his finger.— Oh, how I'm afraid of the sight of blood!

— And my blood boils, girl, as soon as I look at what this handsome Neil B is doing at the pole...—

I went to the toilet and locked myself in a stall. Maybe this time I'll be lucky and I won't kill anyone extra?

And this handsome Neil B... The body is beautiful and flexible, like willow branches, the skin is smooth and tender, it is noticeable even without touching ...

And those fox eyes with a sly smile...

Suddenly I felt that someone was pulling the door of the stall.

— Occupated!—I shouted.

Suddenly that pull was followed by a stronger hit and the door cracked.

I kicked the door down with my foot, holding a can of nerve gas in front of me.

The light bulb above me burst.

A taser flashed in the dark and I jumped back into the cab.

I don't like it when it doesn't cost a little blood...

— What stupid girls you are! You give signs yourself and run away yourself! —

A bullet flashed in the dark...

— Girls are only needed for one thing! And I'll show you...—

The angry voice was interrupted by a hoarse sound.

A crunch of the larynx and a gurgling sound. With such a sound, the head is torn off or cut off ...

— Go away!— someone said loudly.— Come on, get out of here!—

There was a strawberry scent in the air. Hah, it's so strange, strawberries...

The smell is very unsuitable for such a situation...

This smell made me feel hot.

I went out into the hallway and looked at myself.

Well, there's no blood on the red one...

Taking wet wipes out of my purse, I wiped the blood off my cleavage and put on more perfume.

There was a lot of noise in the hall, it looks like Neil B came out with another number.

The guy was holding a thick rope in his hands, which seemed simply prohibitively huge compared to his slender body.

His shirt was richly purple, and because of the huge belt on his skinny jeans, the waist seemed just the thinnest.

Oh shit... It's better not to pay attention to his body! I don't know what's been happening to me lately.

I shuddered, feeling his gaze on me.

And he smiled. The way he smiled at me in the morning...

Thin fingers beckoned me to him, his gaze made me feel like I was under hypnosis.

The warmth of the brown eyes warmed me and, it seems, this look burned out the remnants of my sanity.

He knelt down in front of me in a hundredth of a second, and I myself do not understand how I ended up near the stage.

It seemed to me that this was not happening to me ...

Slightly slanted dark brown eyes with reflections of red, a slightly longish straight nose ...

And his lips, beautiful as a mortal sin, were right in front of mine...

I forgot how to breathe. And I was like drunk from the smell of strawberries enveloping me...

Staggering, I went to the table.

Damn... this... It was... I'm lost!

The old man I'm supposed to kill is still here...

who got hurt this time?

***

I couldn't sleep when I got home.

I can still feel his lips on mine...

And, damn it, who did he kill then?

I took out a calendar that I bought at a nightclub.

How my mind was clouded by some guy...

— You're not sleeping.— my brother waddled into my room.

I blushed and hid the calendar

— I don't want to sleep, that's all... Don't you want to either? And how much will you say this time?—I asked.

— I hope for a long time... And you look like you're in love.—Kirby smiled.— If I saw you on the street like this, I wouldn't recognize you.—

I hugged my brother when he sat down next to me.

— Oh, Kirby... Why should I fall in love? My heart has been gone for a long time, I just don't need love... The person most dear to me is you.—I said, kissing the top of his disheveled head.— Have you gained weight again?—

— So what? Jenny likes it. She's fine with my fullness.—

— Who's Jenny?—I stared at my brother.

— My girlfriend. Hey, old lady, when will you shake off the dust and join life? You look pretty normal and you could find someone for yourself, too.—Kirby says.

Someone in a hooded jacket stopped by our mailbox and dropped something there.

A bottle of vodka fluttered up and the unknown man left.

I immediately jumped up.

— What is it?— Kirby didn't have time to react from surprise and plopped down on my bed.

— I'll be right there, Kirby...— I quickly went to the exit.

This unknown person was standing near a small tree with one arm wrapped around it. Sometimes he circled around this tree...

Hmmm, it reminds me of something...

I went across the street in a crumpled house dress.

What the hell am I doing? What am I doing?

— Neil B!—I shouted, keeping a little distance.— I know it's you! Why are you so often near my house?—

I think my voice faltered on the last words. And Neil B noticed it-I heard a high-pitched laugh.

The blood rushed to his face.

And the smell of strawberries flooded everything around again...

I inhaled the air through my nose, feeling like I was getting drunk.

—You're not doing a very good job. I came to give you this.—he turned around.

My badge was in his palm.

I felt that now the same color with all my dresses. Oh, yes, strawberries are also red...

— Thank you for returning it...—I held out my hand, but suddenly Neil B took my hand. His soft, gentle fingers...

I covered his hand with mine.

— I even forget about words when you're around...—I said.—But why are you stalking me? I've seen you at the house before...—

— You don't even know how long I've been following you, Adrianna Isabella Novakovskaya...— he said softly.

His incredibly pleasant hands stroked my hair.

— How do you know my name?—I asked.

— I know a lot...—a dry, high—pitched laugh.

Neil B was very close again...

his lips were so close to mine again... The breath burns so much...

— Shall we go somewhere today?—he asks.

Bitter smoky breath burned my cheek.

— Anywhere...—I whisper.

— There's a nice bar here...— a business card fits into my hand.— Meet me there, at three o'clock in the afternoon...—

I can't take my eyes off him.

— Okay, I'll be there...—I said.

So strange... Why do I obey him so easily?

Lips touched my cheek and Neil B disappeared.

I went back to my house and looked in the mailbox. There was a thick envelope made of parchment.

I went home clutching the envelope to me.

The smell of strawberries permeated the whole air... How good!

Kirby was waiting for me at the foot of the stairs with his arms crossed over his chest.

—You smelled like that yesterday, too... Why don't you introduce me to your boyfriend? Although do what you want, this is your life...— he said.

I went over and patted my brother's growing curls.

— I've only known this man for a couple of days... And not to say that I know him! I don't even know his real name, so I have nothing to do with him!—I sighed.— My dear brother... It's the first time I don't know what to do and I feel like a puppet... And besides, he wants to meet me today! Do you remember at least once that I was worried about a guy?—

— No. I remember a couple of times you broke up with someone, you had this reaction: "Well, get lost, I don't care."—Kirby laughed.— I thought you needed to see a doctor with such a life.—

We went to watch TV.

Occasionally Kirby looked at the phone-Jenny was texting him.

— Invite her home, relax, arrange a love evening for yourself...—I said.—Surely you want to be with her."

— And you want to be with what's—his-name... Neil B?—With that, Kirby took my nightclub calendar out of his pocket.

— Damn it... Kirby! Are you going through my stuff?— for a second, I was even a little angry. But even if I'm mad at him, it's not more than ten seconds.— I don't even know his name, I told you...—

— Stop making excuses! I've been wanting you to find someone for yourself for so long... Maybe the ninth time will be successful?—Kirby said, opening his third yogurt.

— The ninth...—I smiled, stroking the calendar.— And who is counting it?—

Kirby didn't say anything to me, just dug deeper into the yogurt with his spoon.

But I noticed that he was smiling...