Time: Unknown. Location: Morrigan Club.
Music echoes like the echo of a gigantic heart. Strobe lights cut through the gloom and paint it. Fog machines cover the feet of the visitors with mist of different scents, and they move on the dance floor, looking like a mass of hands that is hard to distinguish where starts and where ends.
Body to body, drum beat, drum beat, drum beat, drum beat.
There is an exclusive balcony from where you can see the whole club. While from below it is very difficult to distinguish the heads that occupy the VIP box.
Bosco and Igor have their companions, Igor is especially focused on kissing and groping his girl. Alikhan draws a new line of white powder on the table, rolls a bill into a small tube and hands it to the young girl he caught in line at the entrance and brought with him, separating her from her friends. An offer she gladly accepted and her friends watched with envy.
