The unknown man

– Who are you?

He was silent.

– Who are you? – I repeated. – Who, the f…cking bastard, are you?

I sat across from him, lit a cigarette, but couldn’t take even a puff – the hands were trembling.

– And what do you want? – I continued. –What do you want NOW?

He was silent.

– Oh, really? You… – my voice quavered, broke, shattered into hundred fragments of glass. – Why?

It was not a sound, just a wheeze. Why? The only word was in my head, in my mouth, on the tip of my tongue. Why? And I couldn’t spit it out, couldn’t spit it into his face. Why? Why did I meet him? Why did he choose me? Why? Why? Why?