George raised one eyebrow.

- Traded the bride for a toilet? Interesting.

- Don't yell, Igor. I folded my arms across my chest and looked reproachfully towards Nevsky.

- Shut up. Here we go? Let me help you put on your coat.

When we left the hospital, I stopped on the porch and took a deep breath. Such clean and fresh air. Story. She looked at the sun and squinted a little. Then I lowered my eyes to Igor and saw that he was watching me with a smile.

- You're beautiful. - he issued after a silence, putting on aviator sunglasses, and not paying attention to my surprise at...