Empty bar of the middle hand. Small, in the spirit of the fifties of the twentieth century. Behind the counter, a puny bald bartender is rubbing his glasses. On the wall opposite the entrance the clock shows 4 hours and minutes.

The doorbell is ringing. A nice tall guy comes in, young, in jeans and a sweater with a drawn collar. The bartender waving his hand affably to him and, without asking, pours a cup of espresso coffee.

Sitting on a high stool at the end of the rack, the guy is interested in:

- Fritz, do not know, Monica will be today?

Waiting for an answer, the guy brings the cup to his lips, but does not drink. He looks at the bartender.
The bartender, sympathetically, is more affirmative than asking:

- You did not call her? You know, Professor, Friday, the students are leaving where they are.

The guy, without making a sip, puts the cup on the rack. Head down, he looks straight ahead.

The sound of a bell. The bartender turns his whole body to the door, spreads into a wide smile and hurries to meet a woman of thirty-five, a brunette with a short, almost male haircut, in a trouser suit, open coat. Jacket barely converges on tight chest.

- Hello, hello, Frau Holman! Mentally glad to see you! - sincerely and loudly welcomes the woman bartender.

- Good afternoon, Fritz. How are you? - she answers in a chest voice.

The guy, without raising his head, squints, watching the barman prepare for the lady grapefruit juice. He does not hear their conversation because of the music coming from the old-fashioned radio line to his right. It is evident that the bartender communicates with the entered almost reverently.

The lady looks at the guy and turns to the bartender with a question. He says something to her, trying not to turn to him. She listens, sipping her juice, and nods. Then he gently pats the bartender's hand, gets up and goes to the exit. Turning around, carefully looks at the guy and leaves. The bell tinkles.

“Fritz, you didn’t crawl on your knees in front of this woman!” - Surprised the guy.

The bartender returns to him.

- Georg, what would you understand! I owe Frau Holman more than life. If you only knew what shit she pulled me from! From drugs, do you understand what this means?

- She is a doctor?

- A psychologist, and very good! She has such a clientele that ...

The bartender pauses, interrupted by the sound of a bell. Frau Holman enters and approaches them quickly.

- Here, take and come today at eight o'clock. I'll try to help you, - she gives the guy a business card. - I am waiting for you!

The guy looks at the card.

The inscription on the business card: “NOHRA HOLMANN. Doktor der Psychologie. 69, Buchenallee.

The guy looks up. The ladies at the bar are gone.

“What did you do to her, Fritz?” What do you think I'm a drug addict?

- It helps not only addicts. Go, prof, I think Frau Holman knows what he is doing.

*

Plays the organ. Georg is sitting on a bench in the church, his hands folded in front of him, whispering something passionately.

*
Evening. Rain. Georg in the car is driving along a block road up the hill. Georg is the same as before - he has jeans and a sweater on it. The clock on the dashboard shows 20:06. On the navigator screen, a small car is almost next to the flag indicating the final point of the route. Female voice navigator:

- We arrive. Destination on the right.

The car turns. Lights illuminate the gate with meter bronze numerals "69". Six on the left casement, nine on the right. The gates slowly swing open.

*

Georg climbs the steps to the door. The door opens. In the doorway is a female figure, lit from the back. The dress shines through so that it can be seen: under the dress there is a naked body. On the light skin background, the upper edges of the stockings stand out.

Georg frantically swallows and stands motionless.

A woman holds out her hand and says:

“Well, come in, boy.”

In the hall, the music sounds softly: Schumann's 4th symphony in D minor. Georg follows Frau Holman up the stairs a few steps.From below, he can see how the openwork red-black edges of the stockings on white skin flash in the section of the dress. At one of the steps flashes naked crotch. Georg freezes for a moment.

Frau Holman misses George in a large room with three windows.

- Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you George.

Georg glances around. Three men in tuxedos: a lanky redhead in gold glasses of indeterminate age, a balding fat man of about thirty, and a pumped up young man. Two ladies in evening dresses - blonde and melirovannaya brown-haired. The third - burly rural Gretchen grenadier growth - in a flowered dress with frills. All nod to the one who entered.

A girl in a blue-black shoulder-length wig approaches Georg from behind. She wears high-heeled shoes, stockings and a white cloth in two palms wide, dangling from a white loose collar and pressed to the stomach with a white cord. The strip barely covers the pubis. In the hands of the girl a tray with a cup of coffee.

“I beg you, Georg,” she says.

Georg turns to her, automatically takes the cup. His hands are shaking, he peers into the girl’s make-up face.

- Monica? !!

- I'm Annie, Georg. Annie, the girl calmly replies.

Georg stares at the girl's face. He has a doubt on his face.

Frau Holman addresses the audience.

- Ladies and gentlemen, we are starting a psychotherapeutic session. According to my new method: no alcohol or drugs to adapt. You have problems communicating with the opposite sex. During the session, you will present yourself as those who you always wanted or dreamed of being, and fully liberated yourself sexually. Everything is allowed in this sense. Because everything that you will do will actually be done by the characters you imagine. You will manage them, remaining themselves invisible. Or, if you want, step back and have your characters do as they please. I will be with you as a psychologist, and only. During the session, contact me by name - Nora. In communication you will be helped by two ministers. Contact them with any requests. Annie agreed to this role in advance, as you can see. Need another man.

The lanky in glasses is interested, looking around everyone:

- I have long wanted to clarify, the ministers - is that slaves?

“If you like, call them slaves, but they are ministers.” You can demand everything from them except direct sex with them. Ministers will fulfill all your requirements. But there should be no obvious insults and sadism towards them. The main condition - the ministers do not have the right to orgasm - until such time as they withdraw collars. So, gentlemen, who is ready to play the role of a minister?

No one responds. The balding fat man is concentrating on filling up the phone, the redhead is rubbing his glasses, the pumped-up person stupidly crunches his fingers. Georg stares at Annie.

“Come on, make up your mind,” Georg Frau Holman encourages.

- And when will you remove the collar? - George appeals to her.

- It depends on the results of the session ...

“I agree,” Georg decided, hesitating.

In a small room Frau Holman and Georg, already without a sweater. He jerks a jammed zipper on jeans. He has a big shiver. Frau Holman reassures:

- Georg, you are not a minister. You are an actor playing the role of a minister. Everything that happens will happen not with you, but with it. Let him go, remove from yourself, watch from the side. When they kill Desdemona, the actress remains alive! You, a professor of philology ...

She turns away and looks into the dark wet window.

Georg copes with lightning.

George has a black collar and a black ribbon, intercepted by a black cord. The tape barely covers the penis.

- Nora, and you can not drink or smoke? This will help to relax.

- Use is a simple and deceptive way. Not you, but the substance changes your mind. The effect of the substance will end, and everything will continue. Or rather, worse ...