Olya pressed her hands to her chest and looked at her friend in fear.

- Damn, - Mezentsev shook his head. - Go home. We're here for half the night. Tell Tanya not to wait. And I'll call when I can. Good? - Sergei ran his hand over Olya's shoulder, and she, slightly swaying in his direction, nodded briefly.

- Call me too. I'll take Plato and go straight home, - the girl took up the dog collar. They walked towards the city, catching the eyes of onlookers and trembling, either from nervous excitement, or from the cold evening air.

The dog resisted, but Olya decided at all costs to...