She exhaled sharply, and Daniel looked at her.

Give me a cigarette?

- I do not smoke such, - again involuntarily grimaced.

Fundamentally? he asked, grinning, and tossed the pack onto the panel.

She didn't answer, and the salon fell silent again. In silence, as Danil turned on the radio. He drove the car in a relaxed way, and on his left wrist that massive watch sparkled.

Driving did not interfere with actively looking in her direction. As if studying Alice in detail.

*****

Danil smoothly turned the steering wheel and looked at the red-haired beast again. No feelings. All attention to slightly plump lips, outlined by matte lipstick, and...