We ran up to a one-story cottage, where, as I knew, there was a shop and, therefore, also a billiard room. Taras opened the door and jumped inside. I am next.

The room looked small, with only two tables. Guys crowded around one - Alik and four more. And… everything. Timur was not here. And there were no signs of a recent brawl either.

- Oh, what guests we have! one of Alik's friends exclaimed. He just stood there and looked at me with a crooked smile.

- Marina, we've been waiting for you.

I turned to Taras.

- What does it mean?

- Tarasik - well done, - Alik...