Danil suddenly fell silent and looked away. He continued to smoke, but no longer voiced his thoughts. Vividly repeated his recent manipulations, grabbing the same pack and using his lighter. She hid her hand under the table, tightly clenching her fist. Speak, wolf. What the hell was silent?

Time passed, and she was afraid that his thoughts would remain in her head and in a minute Danil would simply change the subject. And going back to her would be inappropriate and suspicious. Nothing smarter than...

“For example, his wife,” she blurted out and calmly dragged on bitter smoke.

- Wife? He couldn't help but laugh. - This is some bullshit....