In the morning, as agreed, I called for Bulavin, but instead of immediately heading to the university, he dictated the address to me, having arrived at which, I saw Daria Savelyeva coming out of the entrance. I raised my eyebrows in surprise and glared at my friend.

- Did I miss something?

“Since her car is being repaired through my fault, I consider it my duty to make amends for this very fault at least a little,” my friend smiled radiantly and got out of the car to open the back door to Darya. He also moved back.

Bulavin introduced us to each other and Daria looked at me rather...