I don't talk to Oleg while we drive through the busy streets of the everyday capital. I get angry at his trick, not understanding the reasons. Falcon, meanwhile, heads for a mall and then looks for a free parking space.

Are you still playing dumb? - Oleg touches my shoulder when the boomer motor stops.

- I continue - I try to turn away to the window, but the Falcon forcibly turns me around to face him.

“Masha, I didn’t do anything wrong, understand. The phone is a piece of plastic. Forget about him already, okay? I exhale noisily, trying not to look at Oleg.

“Let’s go,” the man pulls...