History Liesel was simple, even banal: a gentle, modest girl from an orthodox Catholic family who grew up in a remote town in the east of Yucatan, came to Mexico City to conquer the university.

Liesel was the pride of the neighborhood: clever, a genius (according to the teacher’s lord) - three languages, mathematics, literature, even philosophy - and the whole world was equipped with it in the capital; Senor Alcalde himself gave personally accumulated N pesos, which went to the road, hotel and food ...

Seventeen-year-old Lizel, who left her native Ciudad for the first time, had nothing but a backpack, talent, knowledge ... and beauty. Liesel was a stately, big-eyed curly, tender and elastic, like a fresh mango. At home, she had no idea that her face and body were also possessions, precious, important and no less dangerous than a bag of gold.

For the first time she understood it along the way. Before leaving, her mother gave her a powerful “vaccination”, telling about the godless morals on the roads, in motels and in the capital, and Lizel was partly ready for what she had to go through on the way to the bed in the capital’s hostel. But all the same, the shock was such that she could not even cry - so absurd and monstrous seemed to her such an attitude towards her, a devout modest and clever girl: “hey, baby, suck me - you will get a quarter”; "My sweet, how much do you take per hour?"; "Young bitch, do you want to give this macho?"

She didn’t even know what “sucking off” was, and when she asked again, such laughter arose that for the first time in her life, Lizel felt like an idiot. “Do you want to show it?” - the bristly half-breed went to her, but she ran away, locked herself up - and lay on the cot until the morning, staring at the ceiling. In the afternoon, she was squeezed, pawed, slapped on her thighs, pinched her breasts, and Lysel thought: “Why?! ... Am I provoking this? ...”

Mathematics applicants also looked at poorly dressed Lizel, as if they were an idiot, but, to their great surprise, Lizel was taken to the first course for free. True, there was no talk of any scholarship, and there was no place for her in the dormitory - but she seemed insignificant to winged Liesel, and she described her brilliant victory in an enthusiastic letter to her parents. After successful admission, everything seemed to her as easy and promising as the entrance exams. It was necessary only to find a job in order to eat and pay for housing, and this seemed to Liezel to be a mere trifle.

She told about it to Dolores, her roommate: they rented a double room in a cheap hostel. Dolores was a friendly, sympathetic girl, and Lysel was sure that everyone would understand her as easily as Dolores. Carried away, Lizel said:

- Indeed, in such a giant city as Mexico City, to find a job is just to spit. Here you are - have you been in Mexico City for a long time? Are you easy to work? Who do you work by the way?

- I? Whore, of course, ”Dolores said, eating a banana.

She looked as if she was talking about some ordinary thing. Liesel did not understand at first; then, for a long time, she looked at Dolores with all her eyes, trying to understand: this lovely girl, the same as she, Liesel, can be a whore?

- Are you ... are you kidding me?

- Ha! Here's another! And you have to, too. For us, there is no other work.

- How ... do I have to? For whom "for us"? - Liesel was in shock.

- For us - young beggars like a bitch ... I wanted to say - girls. Wherever you go - a dishwasher, a waitress, a cleaner, by anyone - at first you will have to give yourself a fuck ... well, do this with the right people. Otherwise, no one will give you a job. Therefore, it is generally easier to do only THIS: in fact, the same thing, but without extra work, and they pay much more. I already take two hundred for the evening, ”Dolores said.

- Are you ... are you serious? Lizel asked again. She was shocked.

- Well, of course! Liesel, paw, what are you! - Dolores hugged her. - At first, it is difficult for everyone, you know, for everyone! And then you get used to ...This is not forever! Then we will ever save money, get married, open our own business, maybe ... Everyone does! After all, this is the capital! The hardest is the first time. Tell me, are you a virgin?

- What?..

“Well ... you haven't fucked anyone yet?” You did not fuck men?

Liesel sat with her head down. Her cheeks were burning. No one ever asked her about this ...

- Nn-no.

- I thought so. Fresh! On the one hand, this is good: virginity is more expensive. On the other hand, it is more difficult. I, too, once ...

- Not! - Liesel suddenly threw back her head. - Never! Never! I will not sell the body for money! I am the daughter of Juan Esteban Alfonso-i-Maria Sanchez ... I ... I ... I would rather ask in the sidewalk, like a beggar like ...

Her eyes sparkled.

“Well, they won't let you on the sidewalk without fucking either,” Dolores said.

***

She was right. Liesel was convinced of this on the very first day of looking for work. She barely escaped from the last “employer”, trying to wipe the taste of a nauseous kiss from her lips with a sleeve. The next day it was the same thing, and the day after tomorrow, and after the next day - with the only difference that the last employer, the cheeky owner of the restaurant, tried to pull off her blouse, and when it did not work out - backhand hit her in the face.

Nobody has ever hit Lizel. Dribbling blood, she ran down the street; such rage boiled in her that she wanted to fall to the ground and pound her head against the asphalt. When she saw the policeman, she ran up to him and began to complain about the offender, smearing blood on her face. The policeman asked her to go to the precinct - and there, having closed the cabinet door, attacked Liesel, like a tiger. Lysel screamed, losing her mind for fear and disgust ...

Escaping from the policeman, she wandered home, feeling nothing but stupid despair. Dolores was right. But ... no, she will show them! She never ... never ...

Until nightfall Dolores sat and comforted Liesel. She otpaivala her bromine, stroked her head and said:

- You are very gentle. You can not stand it. Here it is impossible. Go home.

Home? After being accepted out of the competition, after all the preparation, all the dreams, plans, projects? Home...

... Of course, Lizel did not go anywhere and continued to attend classes. But she ran out of money, and she understood that she came close to the abyss. She had been living in debt with Dolores for a week, despising herself for it, but could not think of anything else. She could not ask the unfamiliar ones - it seemed to her the height of humiliation; asking parents, the poor, like church mice - even more so; she had nothing to sell - and the work ...

Dolores constantly offered her a place in the "checked points" - where "we are not offended." Liesel did not want to hear about it, but despair and shame absorbed her more and more. Then one day, when Dolores offered her a model job, Liesel looked up.

“After all, this is not to fuck, this is just a photo,” Dolores urged, as if forgetting her own stories about the conditions of any work.

- A photo? Need to show clothes? - asked Lizel.

- Well ... and clothes too. In general, you will see. Go try it. Nothing will happen if you just go and find out. And then my cabbage is also running out ...

A hint of duty has pricked Liesel to the very heart; she blushed - and with a determined look stood up:

- Where is it?

***

- How old are you?

- Seventeen.

- Do you know what I do?

- Well ... You are a photographer. Yes?

- Yes. Including. Do you know what I'm shooting?

- girls?

- girls and guys. Here, look.

The photographer handed her a pack of pictures. Liesel looked - and her heart sank: in the pictures, naked girls and boys had sex in the most incredible configurations. If Lisel saw even a corner of such a picture there, at home, in her town ...

The photographer watched her.

- Do not you like it? He asked ironically.

“No,” Liesel defiantly looked at him. - I do not like.

- Do you like fucking? ... Huh? Why are you silent? Just say yes or no.

- I do not know...

- Do not you know? Oh, what are you, honey? ...