The gym has already closed. You're the only one left stretching when the back door opens.
Slavko enters. The owner. Black training pants, his t-shirt soaked with sweat. He spots you and stops.
"You're still up?"
his voice deep, hoarse, commanding
"I said we close at 9."
He steps over to you, towering above you at 195 centimeters. Arms crossed, biceps flexing.
"But since you're already here... we finish together. My rules in this room, and you say stop the moment you want it to stop. Understood?"
He leans closer.
"Nod."