With difficulty overcoming the resistance of an invisible creature, my son and I finally managed to return home to the city of Eilat.

But not everything is simple at home either, especially when the balance of your budget, alas, tends to zero.

Something had to be done immediately to improve the situation and, not finding anything better, we decided to take a dirty-wet cleaning job at an elegant guest villa next to the house.

"Guys, are you doing cleaning? Don't you know that this is actually a very dangerous profession? My name is Shmulik, I clean the entrances here," some bald but bearded guy told us when he dropped by one day wearing glasses, washing the floors on the landing.

"What nonsense?" we were surprised.

"A maximum of a month, a month and a half, guys, you can stay at this job, no more, otherwise it... will not end well. I am myself already looking for another one," he added with an absolutely serious look.

But the elegant white French villa with high arched windows, a large courtyard and a swimming pool, which bore the cute name "Sweet House" and its tenants - a middle-aged, short, and at first glance, benevolant and friendly couple: the Israeli Idan and the Indian Rina did not make a frightening impression at all.

"Everything doesn't seem to be so bad. What kind of nonsense did this Shmulik tell us?" we thought.

But very little time passed and we began to feel that every time we came to the "Sweet House" it was as if we were plunging into some kind of perverted, sticky, frightening alternative reality, a phantasmagoria created by the sick, delusional imagination of Idan and Rina...

And gradually we realized that the impressive French villa was rented not for work and business, but for the games and entertainment of its tenants, and the subjects of this game were the workers they hired...