- Maxim, you are pouring past the cup. - with a smart and meticulous look Oscar said.

- Heck! - Max twitched, spilled a little on the tablecloth and began to quickly rub off the disposing spot. All his washing flowed away in a completely different direction.

“So you were already sick when you first showed up with the Ghost. I don't understand how you can sit and wait so calmly. Oscar, it's not that stupid, it's insane. And you have no right to hide it from Laura! - while Max was talking, sitting at the table opposite Oscar, the mood of both of them noticeably deteriorated.

"Don't you think...