- And what do you want to know?

- What do you see? - Jess's voice is thin, and her eyes are enthusiastic and frightened.

The fortuneteller picks up a battered deck of cards. Shuffles skillfully. Lay them face down on the table. And he only looks at Jess.

He smiles, showing yellowish teeth.

“Come on, come on, how interesting,” she says, reading the symbols like letters.

Black, squinted eyes are now looking at Jess carefully. Without the former malice, but with enthusiasm.

- You're not easy. Bright as a star. A fire burns in the soul. White, clean. You will love, - the fortuneteller says quietly, shuffling the remaining...