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Coming out of this house onto the street, after it was all over, Oksana was so angry and furious that she was shaking. She couldn't stop herself thinking about what Valentin had said and done to her. 'What a bastard, how dare he treat me like that, as if I'm a piece of garbage?! He is a rich jerk and I'm just a whore, that's true. But what a disgusting, selfish, egoistic man! Shit, I need to relax and forget about it, otherwise, I'll explode,' she thought, while walking along the street, heading towards a nearby bar.
She walked in, looking around. The place wasn't crowded, but it was definitely loud, especially near the pool tables, where a few young guys were playing, drinking beer and shouting. A couple of other people were sitting at the tables, talking and drinking, smoking cigarettes. At the bar, there were only a few women, including one of the waitresses, who was busy serving the customers. The other was sitting on a stool, smoking and talking to a man who was standing next to her, leaning against the counter, drinking a beer. 'Looks like a quiet night, not too busy. That's good, maybe I'll have time to relax and not worry about my problems,' she thought, and smiled, sitting on the opposite side of the bar.
Sitting alone at a table, drinking and looking through the window, she could still remember all those horrible things, which Valentin had done to her. How humiliated and degraded she had felt, listening to his words and seeing the look on his face, while he was abusing her, without any respect or compassion. "It's just a job," she kept repeating to herself, but it didn't help and she felt even more angry and frustrated, as the memories kept coming back.
Suddenly, someone touched her shoulder and asked: "Hi Oksana, how are you?"
Turning around, she saw an old woman, who had been working at the bar for many years. She was a kind woman and always friendly towards anyone who came there, especially young girls like Oksana, who often needed someone to talk to, and the woman was happy to listen and try to help.
"Oh, Hi... How did you know my name?" Oksana asked, a little bit surprised, looking at the woman's face and trying to find out where they could have met before.
"Don't look at my face, darling, we don't know each other," the woman replied, laughing and showing her teeth, which were quite yellow and crooked, as if they had never been taken care of properly. "I'm a witch, honey, I know everything about everyone. But I'm not talking about that now. Tell me, are you really want to take revenge on Valentin?"
"Huh? What are you talking about?" Oksana asked, feeling a bit nervous and uncomfortable. At that moment, her insides were torn into several parts. On the one hand, she was sure that she was some kind of crazy person, but on the other hand, she also wanted revenge. But after witch's words she felt her whole body tremble and goose bumps appeared on her arms. "Valentin is a bastard! He is a horrible man, who doesn't deserve to be respected, he deserves only contempt and disgust! He doesn't respect me or anyone else. He thinks he is so great and important, that he can treat everyone like dirt and no one will ever say anything bad about him!"
"Yes, yes, I know, darling, he is a jerk and you're right," the woman replied, putting her hand on Oksana's shoulder and nodding. "That's exactly why I'm offering you a deal, dear, a very simple one, you'll like it, I promise." She leaned closer, and whispered...
