In front of Pablo and Sera, a very small wooden rotten door stood.
Nose wrenching smell welcomed him and he was familiar with it.
It was the smell of a slum.
Nevertheless, Pablo walked closer towards the door.
"This door is screaming that it's the entrance of a slum."
Pablo stood just in front of it and Sera was behind him but far.
"You can go back if you want. I will be staying here for an indefinite time." Pablo said.
"No. I will come. I don't care about this lousy smell at all."
"Cover your face and nose. If the people inside saw you they might lose control."
"Lose control?" Sera didn't understand.
"I mean the men inside will try to touch you if they see your face. Their lust might take over."
"Oh. That isn't a problem. Andrezj and you are here for me. And even if you are not, Andrezj will always help me."
Sera was confident in her Angel.
"Still, cover your face and nose. You might vomit."
