Chapter 10

I arrive at the park where Yegor made an appointment twenty minutes earlier. The weather didn’t work out in the morning: the wind is howling, snow is falling in large flakes, and it’s also incredibly frosty. Even my hair was covered with frost and my toes were numb, but it's better than sitting in a warm apartment and listening to Kolesnikova's instructions. In a few hours, she ate all my brains with a teaspoon and finally caught up with horror with her assumptions: what if Tumanov refuses Nyutka or, on the contrary, wants to take the insult for himself. He is with money, with connections, and his father...