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Milan looked over at Zoran as he slept in the corner of their tiny room. He didn’t know how his friend could sleep. By now, it was becoming clear to Milan what they were here for. This hadn’t been the work or lifestyle they’d been expecting.
When Alexei offered them work, Milan assumed they would be labouring on building sites, cleaning toilets or picking strawberries in the fields. He certainly didn’t think they’d be doing… this.
He’d brushed his teeth eight times, but he could still taste the man’s semen. ‘You’ll be looked after,’ Alexei had said. ‘You’ll earn big money.’ Milan couldn’t see how any of the boys were going to earn big money if these were the conditions they were being kept in. ‘Just until we can get you into a hotel,’ Alexei told him.
They’d been told they were not
