- Kikoy's number at the branch. I'll be right there. Why didn't you call right away?

I glanced at Nikita, who was looking at the road and pretending that my conversation with Igor was not at all interesting to him. However, the whitened knuckles in his hands, with which he squeezed the steering wheel, said otherwise.

- No need. With me here ... - she hesitated and decided to say it anyway, because Nevsky would find out anyway. - ... Nikita.

- What the hell is he with you?

He's like a witness.

- We will talk about it later. - Nevsky dropped the call.

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