-Egor? For some reason I ask again and turn to a whisper. - Why did you call?

- I want to talk.

— It seems to me that we have already talked about everything in the restaurant — I’ll yell into the phone, tucking my knees under me.

For several minutes, a grave silence forms at the other end of the wire, at some point it even seems that the connection has been cut off, but soon a heavy, tortured sigh is heard.

— I'm near the entrance. Go out please log out please get out please.

“You…what?” — Oshalev from his statement, I jump up and rush to the...