Late in the evening, a middle-aged man entered a trendy cocktail lounge. It was Kevin. He heard about the "stylish and expensive place" at a social party. And already came here a couple of times to look closely.
That evening he was looking for someone with a look. Entering from the illuminated hall into the main hall, immersed in twilight, it was not so easy to examine the space and the people who filled it. There were not many visitors: either the time was unpopular, or the darkened room hid a lot of things that would have looked different in the light, or Kevin was preoccupied with searching for someone or something specific, and everything else didn’t matter to him, therefore, it became invisible. But he came here not by chance, and this could mean that such a state of affairs was in his hand. People seemed to dissolve in space. This was facilitated by the spirit of the noir-style room: twilight, dim light from neon lights placed in niches - draped private niches hiding visitors from prying eyes, cigarette and cigar smoke tending to oblivion; movement from the rustle and rustle of women's evening dresses ... Vibes of a general atmosphere disposed to private communication.