"Fuck," he ran his hands over his face and clasped his fingers together again. - In general, Vanya came to me. And he really wants to meet you.

- What the hell? Who let him into the office?

- He came to my house, - added a friend.

- What does this kite need? – disgust played on the face.

“I really need to talk to you,” he was probably trying to quote. - Talk in my presence. That's how he put it.

- About what? Tell this scum that I'm not going to meet with him, let alone talk about something ...

"Alice, he's here," Sergey interrupted rudely, "and...