It was getting dark. The working day has long been over, and recent buyers have pulled to exit the food market. Rare buyers showed up here and there, but they also hurried to the exit. It was about fifteen minutes before closing time. Masha, a young saleswoman of about twenty-three, looked despondently at the counter in front of her: mountains of tomatoes, cucumbers, apples, pears remained almost untouched. The day was almost - that wasted, there was little sold, almost no profit.

“Eh, how unsuccessful it is,” said Baba Glasha, who was selling seeds, “such an unfortunate day, everyone goes and goes and does not buy.”

- Have you been working here recently? - She asked, turning in the direction of Masha.

“Why, here’s the first day,” Maria replied, “today I’ve just started, so they gave all this product and said“ Sell ”, I only sold a few kilograms.

- Oh, that's it, - grandmother Glasha extended, - it means that you cannot avoid baptism ...

- What can not be avoided? - asked Masha.

- Yes, yes, the director of the market has such a custom ... but oh well ...

“No, go ahead,” Maria insisted.

“If new saleswomen do poorly with their work responsibilities on the first day of work,” Grandma Glasha began to say under Maria’s watchful eyes, “then the director of the market arranges them with“ working baptism ”, well, he calls it that ...

“He takes them to his back room and has fun with them there, he leads his friends ... well, what are they doing there, I don’t know for sure.”

- How so!?, - Masha flashed, - this is contrary to the labor code, it's illegal! Wildness, primitiveness of some kind!

“And what should I do?”, The grandmother calmly replied, “this is his market, his laws, and who are you going to complain to?”

Masha glanced around the stalls, there were almost no buyers, a cold wind blew.

“Well, I’ll probably go,” Grandma Glasha said, pouring seeds into her bag, “I’m selling here by myself, I’m only paying him everything, but you work under his superiors ... well, see you tomorrow.

- Yes, tomorrow - as Masha said in a dream, Maria, as she could not, left to leave, before leaving, it was necessary to wait for goods and revenues, the director of the market, Ymir Caucasian, would come for that.

There were no buyers anymore. Sellers are ready to take the goods. Masha stood and nervously went over several crumpled dozens in her hands. What will happen?

- Sold a lot, beautiful? - in broken Russian asked Ymir, a tall, handsome Caucasian, who approached.

“Why,” answered Masha, giving him the money, “three kilograms of cucumbers and two kilograms of apples.”

“Not thickly,” he answered, “do you work badly?”

- Do not buy anything, go only yes choose.

- Eh, it does not happen, the buyer must be lured, lured. Go - here - he beckoned Masha with his finger.

Maria came out from behind the counter and walked over to him.

“Come with me, I'll explain to you.”

Feeling wrong, the girl went after Ymir. They came to a small house, Masha knew that Ymir was in it during the working day.

“Come in,” he invited, and opened the door for Maria.

She entered, looked around. A small room, curtain window, table, a few chairs. In the corner is a little couch. Ymir closed the door.

“Take off your clothes,” he said.

- What? - asked the girl.

- Take off your clothes - he repeated terribly and took a step towards Masha.

Maria stood rooted to the spot, as if her legs had grown to the floor. She came, they say, to work.

- You do not understand, help ?! - snapped Caucasians and forcefully shook her shoulders.

Maria got a lump in her throat, tears welled in her eyes. With shaking hands, she took off her jacket and laid it on the floor.

- Further, - Ymir hurried her, - or I myself ..

He made a terrible grimace.

- I myself - with tears in her voice whispered Masha and took off her jacket. Under her jacket she had a lace T-shirt, Ymir's eyes lit up.

“Beautiful,” he said, stepping back.

The front door opened, two people appeared on the threshold, two men, also of Caucasian nationality. One of them was fat and short in stature, his name was Mahmed, the other thin and tall was Gandil. Ymir embraced them and spoke in his own language. Mary did not understand anything, only caught the eyes turned on her. She continued to stand in the middle of the room. The men sat down on the chairs, and Ymir said:

- Well - ka, show that you are able.

Masha did not understand what he means.

“Well,” said Mahmed, “entertain us.”

“SHOUT!” Ymir snapped, “don't make my guests wait!”

Masha was shocked. Strip down with men, and even such coercion! But they clearly did not joke, she read it by their views. Maria took off her bra and laid it on the floor next to the jacket. The men smacked their tongues, looking at her bust.

Two neat breasts of the correct form were directed slightly to the sides, pink nipples stood out on white skin like berries.

Masha unbuttoned her pants fly and pulled them down to her knees. The men stared at her panties, white, with red stripes.

- Release, and? - plaintive Masha stretched out, covering her chest with her hands.

“Uh, no,” said Mahmed, who had not said a word before, “how can we let go of such a beautiful woman like this?”

“Sit down with us, have a drink, have a drink,” he said, taking a bottle of wine and a saucepan with a kind of food from under the table, do not hurt the owners.

- I really have to go, the time is late, dark already - began to say Maria.

- Well, you disgrace me in front of people, rubbish? - evil whispered Ymir.

He came and pushed Masha onto the sofa. She got entangled in jeans and fell back. When she came to herself, the first thing she heard was the laughter of men, then something burned her cheek. This Ymir slapped her slap.

She continued to lie on the couch with a bruise on her cheek, and Ymir returned to her company. The pain was gone, only anger and a sense of fear remained. What are they for, what did she do to them? In the meantime, the men drank and ate, occasionally glancing at the sofa, on which lay the half-naked Masha. The laughter grew louder, the gaze unbound. So Mahmed poured a full glass of wine, got up and with a glass in his hand went to the sofa.

- Drink, honey - he said.

Masha frightened pressed into the back of the sofa.

- Yes, you drink, drink, do not be shy - he said through clenched teeth, grabbing the girl by the hair, and with his hand turned back her head.

The wine burned Maria's mouth, then the esophagus, she choked, but drank the wine.

“This is how it was,” the man praised and patted the girl on the cheek.

Masha became ill: the room had decreased in size, the silhouettes of people became thin and twitched. Their voices sounded like from afar.

Mahmed stood up and returned to the table. Maria also tried to get up, but could not keep her feet and collapsed on the sofa, she was very sick. The men talked about something and that fat man who drank her wine again went to the sofa.

- Well, will you be obedient girl? - he asked.

The girl could not answer. Then he tore off her shoes, pulled off her jeans and pressed his hand to the couch. Masha wanted to scream, but she didn’t have the strength, and in the meantime, the man pulled off her pants and stroked her crotch ....