“Mr. Broad Shoulders…” Smolov said caustically behind his back, showing that he simply had perfect, 100% eyesight. Yeah, and a razor-sharp tongue too.

The first impulse was to shamefacedly hide the phone in the bowels of the purse and look away. And then I rebelled: why on earth? Who is he to me? He himself made it clear that they slept and fled, so what questions?

I proudly turned my nose up and turned to the boss:

- Yes, why?

If Smolov could freeze me with ice-cold eyes, then I would already be an ice statue!

- Did you measure? Pasha asked curiously and twitched his eyebrows in a funny...