‘Go now’, a friend of Lesya, one of Ankara escort girls told her.

‘Go where?’ Lesya didn’t really get the call to action of her friend Anya, another Ankara escort WhatsApp, her comrade. They were living together in one rented apartment.

‘What? I told you in the past Thursday! Did you forget about it? Again?’

Sara was tired. Tired of everything – her job, colleagues, traffic jams, bad-working microwave oven, heat of the summer city covered in dust and permeated with cafes and restaurants all looking the same, newspapers that brought only sad news, faded apartment that never looked at the sun with its gray windows, lack of passion in life, and much more. On the Internet, she found out a proposition to take a rest for several days in the cabin in the woods that had a fairly nice price and was valuable for her: there was a lake there, clear forest air, a little store in the city if she needed anything. But the best thing for her was a quiet rest, wooden house of a type of a cabin with the fireplace and total representation to oneself. She could listen to squeaks of pines, as squirrels rustle in the trees, as birds chirr and chat, as fireplace crackle – this all contributed to her happiness and tranquility.