This is a translation of the post by Provincialka published in the Russian language blog.

Part 2. You can read the Part 1 here.

The minibus carried us though the beautiful city center. However, we stopped at the house in city slums. She told us that she would come later in the evening. She said she was going finish registration works.

She left, told us she would come later …

Later that day, there came a very terribly looking man. In a broken Russian, he introduced himself as her colleague and offered us to have a dinner. He had brought some paper begs with him. I did not like him at once. He was very strange.

While we were eating, he watched TV, and as I understood, there were only Turkish channels.

Finally, she came and explained us that the next day we would go to a local cafe to do some temporary work. Then, we would start working at a shop, where she used to work before. When she was leaving, she told with a malicious smile: “Nothing personal, only business.” I took it serious and became alerted, but other two girls just amicably laughed.

The next day we were taken not to a café, as she had promised us, but to some local bar, which was full of men, who smoked hookah. There was not any decently dressed woman, only dancers in the Arabian dancing suits. We were taken through kitchen to a locker room, where only women’s dresses hung. That guy came and talked to us in a mandative tone. He ordered us to change clothes to the one that hung there.

Some women pushed us to a hall and using gestures ordered us to dance. We didn’t have any choices, as we were scared very much. We danced as we could. One man called me to come to him. He spoke in English, but I did not understand anything, since I didn’t know any other languages except Russian and some Uzbek. Then he called a man, who, as I found out later, worked as the manager of this bar. The manager told me in Russian that a man wished to get acquainted with me and suggested to sit with him for conversation.

The man introduced himself as Salman. Then he spoke in Turkish, which I understood a little, as it is close to Uzbek. He offered me a drink. I refused saying that I had not drunk alcohol. He understood it or not, but he ordered me a drink. I kept refusing for a long time, but eventually I agreed. As I had understood, it was vodka, but it didn’t taste like the one I drank back at home with my friends.

I woke up at noon the next day. To tell the truth, I slept very well, as if I slept at my parental house – without any fears and anxiousness.

However, remembering that I was far away from my house, I began examining the room. I was in a luxurious house on a huge bed.

Later, an adult woman in servant’s uniform entered the room. She brought some food to me.