And I will tell Makarov that you ran away? Good. But he won't believe.

- Makarov ... - teeth clanged. How cold! “Yes, of course, Makarov,” she said affirmatively, frowning.

Don't worry, I'll definitely...

Where were you supposed to take me? How long are we here?!

- I'm telling you…

- Take me to him! - Olga abruptly threw her legs back into the salon, pushing the man away.

Mezentsev, unable to resist, sank to the ground.

- Get behind the wheel, quickly! - Olya's eyes were full of determination.

- You're crazy ... - he got up, not understanding anything.

- I'm fine. Well?! Start that damn car! We'll...