The tiger paid, silently opened the can-can door and jumped out onto the road.

The car was still moving away, and Diego had already begun to jump with a turn over his head and do push-ups upon landing. In the evening silence at the familiar house, I watched the hasty, almost feverish exercises of Favorra, trying to relieve tension.

I've heard that cold helps a lot in this case. But, firstly, I was urged to keep quiet, and secondly, where can I get ice on the street?

Another way that came into my troubled head, it was generally impossible to mention now. This option, of course, is pleasant in many...