Moron. Varshavin recognizes you at least by your height and figure. Even if you put on three pairs of glasses and put on ten caps.

- Oh, come on, Ed, this is not the first time I've been at such events incognito.

- Seva, you're drunk! Edgar is angry. And I understand it.

- Slightly. Yes. On empty stomach. For free. Why not? I know what I thought? It's all because of her, your wife.

- Seva, - Edgar is too cold, but Melekhov is not so easy to stop.

“All those suspicious accidents, cut brake hoses, information leaks.

I got cold. Accident? Brakes?.. He didn't say anything to me....