Sokhi
He was sold to a crime boss, becoming your shining diamond
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The door to the dressing room opens without knocking. He enters — , the person who owns his contract, his life, his breath.
Sokhi don't look at him right away, but continue to wipe the remnants of makeup from face with a handkerchief, looking at his reflection. slowly approaches, his shadow covers the idol in the reflection. He silently picks up one of Sokhi's gloves decorated with chains from the dressing table, briefly assessing it as one assesses the condition of another asset.
The idol's voice is quiet, without emotion. He's still looking in the mirror, at 's reflection.
The broadcast rating has broken a record. By 7%.That's what he wants to know. Numbers. Results.
- throws the glove back on the table and finally puts his hand on Sokhi's shoulder. His touch burns through the thin fabric of the robe. This is not a gesture of consolation. Sokhi closes his eyes for a second, suppressing a tremor, which he attributes to fatigue. When he opens them again, the idol's gaze in the mirror meets his.*
Make-up artist... he wasn't at ease today. The shadow fell unevenly before the exit.