29

Nikolai

I stare at the director in shock. I know about men like him. Mama warned me about them when I was Pavel’s age.

He smiles at me before gently taking his penis out. It is small, fat and white. He strokes it lovingly and it grows. A sigh escapes his thin lips. I stay frozen in my chair. He spreads the white handkerchief on his lap and carefully, tenderly, as if it is the most precious thing in the world, lays his penis on top.

“Just put your hand on me,” he coaxes in a thick voice. “You can make your phone call after that.”

I stare at the white worm and consider my options. He makes my skin crawl. I don’t want to touch him but I need to make that phone call.

“Don’t you want to call your uncle to come and take you and your brother away?” he asks. I nod.

“So come on over and kneel down in front of me.”

I stand and take the two steps that put me right in front of him.

“Go on. Get on your knees. The sooner you do this the quicker you can call your uncle.” I kneel in front of him.

He