And again that insidious expression. Alice took a short puff and stubbed out her barely started cigarette. I watched as the man still got a bill for a drink and some other dish. Hastily threw the banknotes into the box in the form of a beer mug.

He grabbed his jacket and stood up.

“Young man, pretend to be my boyfriend,” she threw to the bartender, watching Danil approaching.

The blond man glanced at the wolf and looked back at Alice, smiling sweetly and continuing to wipe the glass.

- If this waitress had not passed by, - continued to terrorize the bartender, - he would not have turned around...