The head starts to crack from the loud bass, but for some reason I'm in no hurry to leave. Nearby, Ilona bores me with her eyes, at first she tried to pull me onto the dance floor, and now she sits resentfully, pursing her lips. What got into them today? What is Ilona, ​​what is Diana? Full moon, right? Diana has been acting strange for several days now. For five years we communicated normally, and then hello, we arrived, began to build eyes and grab hands. And Ilona, ​​apparently, feeling the competition, took up the old. A couple of years ago, she already had such a period when she did...