The tit cries in three streams and smears mascara on her cheeks. She now looks like a panda, a chimney sweep and an inconsolable Pierrot.

Linka called me, and I could not make out anything from her crumpled speech, diluted with a generous portion of sobs. I had to work as an ambulance. I am beautiful: I persuaded Igor to go for Tit, threatening that I would go by public transport through the whole city.

- If anything happens to me, Edgar will skin all of you - how quickly you get used to being a queen and learn to manipulate subordinates. A little more - and I will become...