December 4

Five girls. We dance in a circle for two songs each, because there are only five of us. There is one guest in the hall - his name is Mafa. From Tokyo. Gives three hundred rubles. So we go to him, waiting for him to get tired of the non-stop girls and start refusing. Dancing two songs at a time is physically difficult. It would be better if he left and we just sat. Or someone else would have come. And he came. We've arrived. Two came. At this time I was just dancing on a pole and therefore came up first. “Hello,” I greeted the younger one. - Hello! - he almost shouted, - How cheerful you are, - she said, - Why! — the guy continued at the same pace. - Well, that’s cool. Energy is not bad,” I said some crap. - And I’m like this in life! Why be sad? - he answered. The hostess came up and brought me the change for entry. Apparently they high-fived her. Because the change was three thousand to five hundred. The hostess began talking to the second man. He was older and had a beard. Outwardly he resembled a lone road wolf. The girl was flirting. - What is your name? - I asked the guy, - Dima! - he yelled. - And a friend? - Vasya! “Why are you yelling like that,” I thought, and answered, “And I’m Marvin.” - but then, out of nowhere, another hostess swooped in (see November 28, 29). She came in like a whirlwind, wearing only her shorts. Why is she wearing panties? — I thought and looked into the hall. Her dress lay on a chair next to the stage. So she's dancing. So she went from stand-up to striptease. I became interested. She so enchantingly stole everyone’s guest then, on November 29, I wonder how she works. I began to observe. “Hello,” she said to Dima. He was so stunned by her appearance that he even stopped screaming. “Hello,” he replied. - What is your name? - she asked with a sweet smile and had already saddled up, “Dima,” he answered almost in a whisper, “And I’m Christina.” Can I dance for you? - Oh, of course. - and Christina began. She did everything that girls usually do, only she did it more energetically and sharply. Well, more passionately. At the same time, there was something depraved and promising in the look. She seemed to be saying - Mm..., what a man. You can do whatever you want with me. - Eyelids slightly lowered, languid gaze. During the dance, she moaned, like a girl moans during sex in a not very talented melodrama. So if you think about it, it all sounds stupid. But in reality it looked very organic. The bearded guest saw her, was stunned and pulled her off Dima onto his lap. She laughed devilishly, and I continued to watch. The hostess, who was still sitting next to Vasya, managed to whisper something in his ear and the bearded man turned to Dima. - We should leave it for tea. - Dima took those same five hundred from the table, counted them and put them in his wallet. “We should give the hostess a tip,” repeated the bearded Vasya. - What?! For tea! - Dima yelled again. And then he took out a hundred rubles and handed them to the hostess. She froze and widened her already huge eyes at Dima, as if saying clearly and slowly: “Are you crazy?” - here Christina interrupted. She and Vasya fell into a passionate embrace. She screamed right from there, “What about me?” How about a tip for me for dancing? - No. — Dima answered. The hostess stood up and walked away proudly. - Why not? I danced for you. - No. I myself will decide who to tip and who not! - at this time, cheerful Katya came down from the stage (see November 24, 25, 30, December 2) and approached. - Hello! - she yelled. - Hello! - Dima yelled in response. I sat between them, I realized that I was in a local hell. -Can you dance?! - she screamed in my left ear, - Not yet! I want vodka! - he yelled in my right ear, “That’s what I need to order!” - So order it! — Katya raised the lamp, and the waitress approached. - Vodka for us! - How many? - she asked, - Two piles! And two bottles of beer! - Dima ordered, - How about a cocktail? - Christina's voice rang out. - No! They drink vodka at this table! - Then I'll have vodka. - Christina agreed, - Then three vodkas! - Dima continued to yell. - Can I have some fresh juice?! - Katya yelled. - What? Vodka?! - No, fresh! -Vodka?! - Fresh! - Dima coquettishly shook his head, the asshole. - I was forbidden to drink! - Katya squealed contentedly. - Then even more vodka! — Fresh is not the most expensive thing here! - No! - Do you love yourself?! - Katya sarcastically, but Dima didn’t read it. He smiled smugly and replied, “More than anyone!” And because I love myself more than anyone, I love myself even more! - Will you go on vacation with me today?! - he asked Katya. - Yes! - she answered. - How long do you work? - Until seven! “Won’t it work out earlier?” - No! You pay the club and take me now! - So uninteresting! - answered the asshole. Excuse me for being harsh, but I just don’t understand this logic. Who the fuck isn't interested? Isn’t it clear that girls work here? And why the hell should she waste her time and health, get a fine at the club for hanging out with you and entertaining you. This is work! Katya will go if you pay, because it’s fucking work! Why the hell is it free?! To feed your sense of self-importance? Do you really think you’re so fucking awesome that everyone dropped everything and ran away? This really pisses me off! And it’s a shame for Katya! - And you need to get a tan. - he suddenly told me. - Really?! - Yes. Trust me! Sexy is when you have dark skin. “Have a good evening,” I replied and left. Oh, how angry I was. What a fucking attitude. Later, Katya managed to drag him to a private dance. And while they were gone, Christina took Vasya to the room for sex. Here. It worked again in about twenty minutes. All the other girls who were sitting at the bar were angry. When Dima returned, the waitress came up to him and said something. Dima jumped up and started yelling even louder than before. Now he was really yelling, because before that he was talking. It's just a way of talking. He yelled - I won’t pay for it? What a fuck! Sixteen thousand for his sex?! Fuck him! I'm actually his boss! Let him pay himself! I already pay the bill here! — the waitress went into the room and brought back the already warmed-up Christina and Vasya. They sat and discussed for a long time. Vasya could not be heard. Vasya was very drunk. But Dima could be heard well. He was very indignant. Now the girls at the bar were happy. At this time, Christina’s turn came to dance. She went on stage in what she was wearing, that is, in shorts. She danced a little awkwardly, but she was so fucking passionate. And her breasts are beautiful. Poor Vasya kept pointing to the stage and calling on Dima to pay attention to what kind of goddess was dancing there. Like, look! Look what she is like! Give me money. Want. Want. Look. Well, look. Dima refused. This situation made me laugh. But not because Christina broke down, but because from the outside it looked comical. If in life, essentially the same situations are hidden by the rules of decency, norms, and games, then here they are not. In the club it's all naked. The unfortunate dull essence of relationships between people is revealed. Between woman and woman, between man and man, between woman and man. Such are the primary foundations of this fucking human animal society. Applause.

The third guest arrived. It was some kind of VIP guest. He sat for a long time with the head of security (see November 24), discussing something in a very friendly manner. But in fact, this head of security, something tells me, holds such a position purely formally. I think he has a deeper, denser connection to this place. Because all the rich VIPs who come here know him. He is friends with everyone, everyone is happy to see him, he personally greets everyone. Healthy, tough. Looks like Jason Statham. But the guest did not drink, the guest only blew these black balls with nitrogen. He ordered seven of them at once. Therefore, the waitresses had to sit side by side and hold these balls with their fingers. And he talked with Jason (we’ll call him that because I don’t know his name) and after finishing one ball, he took another. So these balls were brought to him six times. An incredible amount of dangerous, intoxicating bullshit. Naturally, the girls did not approach him while the guys were talking. And then, when the guest was free, Christina took him into circulation. Unfortunately, I overlooked how she did it. All the girls were angry again, and she was having fun, drinking alcohol in her underpants and blowing balloons with it. As a result, Christina changed into regular clothes and went out into the hall. This is what girls do when they are taken from a club to a hotel or somewhere else. Christina left, but the guest was not there. Then she went to get dressed and went outside, because that meant that he was waiting for her there. After some time, we saw Christina again in her underwear and in the hall. The girls were happy. The second time it worked, but the second time it was a miss. He probably got very sulky and left without paying money for it. But she didn't give up. The fourth guest was also hers. I think this is very cool. While everyone is sitting and complaining about the small number of guests, Christina is just working. It may not always work out, but she tries and her defeats are not her mistakes. She's doing her best. The fourth guest gave her water and food. They lay on the sofa, she threw her long beautiful legs over it, laughed. Then other guests arrived and she was already with them. Both fell in love with her. And they fed and watered her, but he was left sitting alone. In the morning I went up to him to dance. He was sad, there was a lot of dough on the table. Thousands of bills. In my opinion, he deliberately dumped them as bait, but Christina no longer cared. It didn't work. - Hello, can we dance? - I asked. “I’m already leaving,” he answered and smiled bitterly. And I would have left silently, but he continued, the fool. - Why didn’t you come earlier? “Because you were busy,” I answered, “And now that’s it!” - he suddenly said very sharply with anguish. Now it's too late! No! I don't need to dance! - To be honest, I was hurt that he began to talk to me in such a tone - secondly, and firstly - I think it’s stupid to pretend to be an offended abandoned boy and take revenge on a random passerby. Then I answered directly to hurt him even more. - I understand that your pride is hurt and you were offended. But it wasn’t me who did this, and to get even in this way is not worthy. - got up and left.