Marcus was sitting with his elbows on the steering wheel. It was empty inside, as if everything was pumped out, there was not a single thought in my head either. Strange state. I didn't want anything. So thoughtfully, resting his eyes on his legs, he sat until he heard something like a sob. He did not even want to look at her, it cut to the quick.

Did he regret? Perhaps, but at the same time I felt satisfied. Next time the girl will think before looking at another man, otherwise she settled down well, bitch.

When she didn't talk to him the night before, Marcus understood everything: she saw...