When the door closed behind the guests, and only I, Maxim and his friends remained in the room, I heard the sound of breaking glass. Realizing that all this time she stood, as if rooted to the spot, she turned towards the sound. It turned out that Maxim smashed the coffee table with his fist. Blood slowly trickled down his arm, and I gasped in horror.

- Bring a first aid kit! Quicker!

Max flew up to me and began feverishly feeling my body:

- Are you okay? He didn't do anything to you? There was genuine horror in his eyes. He was really afraid for me. It was very...