smiling. Well, at least she stopped cracking - her head hurts terribly from her low-frequency exclamations. On the other side of her is my head of security. He constantly squints at her, and then my sense of smell reaches the harsh smell of his arousal.

I look at him indignantly over the heads of the last guests, and he shrugs his eyes.

I turn to him and say sharply: All the while, Susie is sparkling her charms in the depths of the dress next to me and constantly

- Find who left the flash drive, let me use it.

He understands what it is about, holding on so as not...