"Thank you," the photographer said, his teeth chattering.
"It won't get through that easily, you know? Ache. You'll have to relieve yourself."
Andrzej, who had almost completely regained consciousness thanks to the cold shower, blushed. Why does Marczak have to stand in front of him now and talk to him on such topics?
"You can't do it on your own," the manager continued. "This is not your usual measure. It's best if you let me help you."
"No," Andrzej replied firmly, though he didn't feel the confidence at all.
"I'll raise the water temperature a little, or you'll be hypothermic in a few minutes. Stay in the shower, it'll be easier for you to endure the drug. It will be faster and less painful if you let me help you."
"No" Nowicki put his arms around himself. He was starting to tremble, this time from the cold. "I will be faithful to Dominik."
"I'm sure he'll understand the circumstances."
"No" Andrzej replied for the third time.
