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The flimsy door flies from heavy blows. Gambler turns his head in shock, trying to drive away the remnants of
sleep — the girl dozed off on his shoulder and Gambler also fell
asleep. Clarissa
clasps the young man in his hand and, opening his mouth, watches as her
father and a couple of his bodyguards enter the apartment.

Gambler is dragged from the bed and hurled to his knees in front of the master. He sits on a chair in front of the young man and nods at his daughter. One of the bodyguards picks up the roaring girl, her clothes and carries away from the apartment. Gambler sees her out. He realizes that he sees her for the last time. It seems that now he will be sent to communicate with the fish.

The boss is silent, only boring his heavy eyes. The second bodyguard holds Gambler on his knees with his hands hacked back. Behind the boss is Henry and smirks grimly — of course, he knew that Clarissa would be with him. Who else but him could hit the boss? He hates him, but Gambler can not understand the reasons for his hatred, but pays to Henry the same coin.

— Gambler, Gambler, — the man finally interrupts the silence. — I treated you like my son, but how did you repay me? You slept with my daughter! You understand that you will not get away with it?

He is very angry and the young man understands this perfectly. Probably, in his situation, he would also be angry… that’s just unlikely he will have a similar situation.

The man nods to the returned bodyguard:

— Find the scissors.

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They are still in bed for a while. Excitement disappeared as quickly as it appeared and Gambler can not say what came over him. He is lousy and wants to wash off all this, or better yet — to rewind time back.

The girl rises on her elbow and looks into his face. Black eyes of Gambler look somewhere past her and the girl annoyed with the palm of his hand before his eyes. He shudders and focuses on Clarissa’s face. According to her expression, he understands that sex was below average, and mentally shrugs. But they are familiar for many years and the girl suddenly comforts him:

—
You know, probably, you are one of those people who are interested in
mutual feelings, otherwise they will not get anything done.

The young man ponders this and slowly says:

— Thank you, Clarissa.

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The girl approaches him and looks into the boy’s face.

— Still, you are very strange. You are a brilliant sharper, but you are vegetating in such a hole. You do not need women, although you have a pretty face! I’ve even heard that you go to a hairdresser and help old men with their work there. What’s wrong with you, Gambler?

The young man looks away. He
does from time to time go to the old barber shop to their owners, who
sheltered him after his mother’s death, when he was just a child. The clatter of scissors calms him, and his fingers are deft, unlike the old men, and they always gratefully accept his help.

— Consider that this is my second profession, — Gambler jokes.

— Are you — and a hairdresser? Pff.

Gambler throws long hair from his face and smiles.

— Suddenly, one day, I’ll tie with gambling? In the end, I will have something to do.

The girl does not listen to him. She presses herself ever closer to the boy, squeezes his chest against him. There is no underwear on it, and the top buttons of the shirt are unbuttoned and a resilient chest flashes seductively. And Gambler himself does not understand what is tightening around the girl, and she kisses him with hot lips. She has strange spirits, as if with some kind of forest aroma and this smell throws the young man into a fever.

He is not really interested in women, nor in men, but he is very young and hormones take their own.

He feels the girl unbutton his jeans and, it seems, completely loses his head.

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