4 Chapter Nina

- Well, Ninul, are you ready?

The girls came into my room in the evening.

- Belova?! I don't get it, are you wearing that hoodie to the club?

- Tanya, I go in what I'm comfortable and like.

I'm comfortable in a powder-colored wool over-size dress with an open neck. I bought it on sale, under it black capron tights and a tight tight top a couple of sizes smaller, so that the chest did not stand out.

When I was studying in the first year, pass did not give a pass guys vulgar jokes and not only, offers such came that I went all crimson with shame. I found a way out of the situation, went to the lingerie store and bought udyazhka. It is extremely uncomfortable, but I have already gotten used to it.

- Nin, it's quite nice, but it's New Year's Eve. Let's go to the club, we have to be bright, we can open our legs. - said Olga.

- Let's go to my place, we'll find you an outfit, we're the same size, you're wearing size 42, right?

- Yes, I have forty-second, but, Olga, girls, no! Otherwise I won't go. I warn you, no loose hair, I'll keep my braid.

- Girls, leave Belova alone. - With a smile, Lena said. Tanya joined in:

- Ninul, why don't you let me braid your gorgeous braid and put gloss on your lips?

- Okay. - I sighed, smiled. I looked at my girlfriends. - You guys aren't going to let up, are you?

- Noooo !!! - The girls screamed, and we all laughed.

*****

We're standing in front of the Cosmos Lights club. There's a lot of people, Tanya says:

- I'm surprised your "friend" Lyonya didn't join us?

- His mom's sick, so he went to see her this morning.

- I see.

All the young people of the city have gathered. It's our turn, we go into the club. The music is deafening, the place is very beautiful, the eyes run wild, really the lights of space. The girls and I hang out a bit more, looking around. We sit down at a table in the common hall, order cocktails: I - non-alcoholic, girls - alcoholic. Everyone is in a New Year's mood. The DJ is warming up the newcomers, the young people are having a blast on the dance floor.

- Girls, it's so cool here !!! - Tanya shouts to us.

- Come on, let's drink to us! - we clink our glasses with a clink. I pulled the sleeves of my dress up to my elbows, put my elbows on the table and folded my hands with the back of my palms under my chin and raised my head to the ceiling.

- God, it's beautiful. - whispered. Under the ceiling in the cages, the dancers danced very plastic and not vulgar, despite the fact that they had hardly any clothes on. Their faces had shiny alien masks on them. It's very cool.

The girls are already drunk, pulling me to the dance floor.

- No, no! I don't want to go yet, go on without me.

- Nin, we're here all night! So, relax and rest! - shouting over the music, Olya shouts to me.

- Yeah, I got it, I got it, go shake your hips already! - I shouted to them.

The girls disappeared onto the dance floor, and I looked around and looked up at the spiral staircase that was at the back of the room and led to the second floor, which didn't fit the concept of the club at all. The staircase led to a separate room, most likely the club's management office was there. Considering there were a few sturdy guys standing on the stairs, it looked like security. I ran my gaze down the stairs, shifted my eyes a little to the left, and saw a tall, broad-shouldered man half-turned at the side of the stairs. He turned around and looked right at me. My heart quickened, and I recognized him, even in this light.

Muradov Arslan Valiyevich, apparently this is his club. Well, naturally. Otherwise, what would he be doing there?

Instead of averting my gaze, I stared at him. He squinted his eyes, or was it just me? I can't see very well from here.

My face felt hot, and I looked away and clung to my cocktail. I sat like that for about ten minutes, until the girls came in with more cocktails, probably drunk from the bar.

- Ninul, we met some boys there, so cool, come with us? - shouted a tipsy Tanya.

- Girls, what boys? No!

- Why don't we go dance? - and dragged me to the dance floor.

- Just without the boys?

- Belova, you're such a bore! - Lena shouted.

The dance floor was just a madhouse, everyone was having a blast, and the girls and I started dancing. But Muradov wouldn't get out of my head. I looked up, but there was no one there.

Why would I do that? I don't know. I'm a serious girl, I have only studies in my head, no boys. And then Muradov could be a model or a rich princess, but I'm neither. And thank God! I was carried away by the music, I raised my hands, covered my eyes and began to move to the beat of the music.

I don't understand where the girls went, we were scattered all over the dance floor. I went to look around the club, there was no one at the table, I took my phone and tried to call them, but no luck. They're drunk, they met some other boys, where the hell are they? I went to look in another part of the club, where the music wasn't so loud.

Oh, shit, here he comes, or rather, here she comes.

- Belova? And you're here? Uh, what, are you tired of sitting behind your books?

I pretend not to hear her mocking teasing and ask:

- Hi, Ira. Please tell me, have you seen my Tanya, Olya and Lena, because we missed each other?

Sorina looked at me with a penetrating gaze, and then she gave out:

- Of course, of course I did. They went that way. - and pointed in the direction of what appeared to be restrooms and smoking rooms.

- Thank you so much, Ira. - I smiled at her and hurried off in the direction I'd been given. Maybe she's not as much of an "otter" as we think she is.

I went into the first room, it was the women's restroom, none of mine were there, I looked around and went on, I wasn't going into the men's room. There was a sofa, two armchairs, a table with an ashtray, and armchairs around the table. And at the table they were sitting, my eyes widened, only I missed him, Ozerov and his buddies. I have to get out of here. I was just about to leave when--

- Oh, pah! Ninotchka?! She came herself?! - exclaimed Ozerov.

Ozerov jumped up and caught up with me in three steps.

- Let go, let go!!! - I shouted. And he didn't have a kind look in his eyes, he clung to me and wouldn't let go.

- You guys go out and don't let anyone in here.

- Hey, Vovchik, let the girl go, why do you need her? We've got better chicks at the table.

- Denis, shut up! Out, I told you!

We're alone.

- Vova, you're scaring me! Please, I'm looking for girls, let me go.

- Ninotchka, you came on your own, I didn't call you. Do you want me, Mmm?

- No, I don't, I mean, I don't want anyone! Let go, please? - Ozerov started fumbling around my body, trying to kiss me with his slobbering mouth. I'm gonna be sick!

I tried to twist away, but he pulled me against him and I felt his erection resting against my thigh.

- Fuck! Well, what are you breaking, what, too bad for you, Mmm? Are you trying to sell yourself? - Ozerov looked like a crazy man, I've never seen him like that.

- Don't touch me, you bastard, let me go!

I yanked at the collar of her dress, and it ripped open, exposing her shoulder. God, God, help me. Ozerov began to pull up my dress, I squealed, and his friend Denis, who was more human than this animal, flew in on my squeal!

- Vova, what are you doing? - Denis pulled me away from Ozerov. He said through gritted teeth: "Nina, get out of here, quick!"

I burst out of the smoking room in tears, with my dress torn, ran, found a way out, ran out into the street in what I was wearing. I'm shaking, I can't get out of shock, I'm running indiscriminately. A bright flash of headlights, I cried out in fright, and that was it, darkness.