My God... - Seryozha rubbed his face with his hands. - Then tell me your idea.

- I stay with Daniel.

- Are you crazy?! - and again the manner of a native Italian.

- I will control his steps. I will confuse the tracks, and if it does not work out, then I will understand exactly when to run, - the last words were voiced in a whisper.

Serezha clasped his fingers together and looked in front of him contemptuously. He clicked his tongue softly and returned his puzzled look.

- Will he report to you? About every step?

"It will," she said with cold contempt in her voice....