Dana smiled brightly again. Little dimples appeared on her cheeks.

Heck. Dana Smerchinskaya herself smiled at me. To me. A second time!

I immediately put on my most charming smile. My arsenal of smiles, of course, is not enough: almost all smiles are idiotic, because I never knew how to smirk like a macho man.

- How are you, Mishka? - In a casual tone, as if we had known each other for five years, Dana asked.

The fact that we did not know each other and had never crossed paths during my three years of study at the university did not bother her. But I got nervous. I wanted...