"Beast, we're going according to plan." Good? Don't try to be weird until we take Masha.

The beast leans back in the seat, covering his eyes with his hand. Ruthlessly rubs his face, breathing noisily. He looks ahead of him with a detached look, as if not listening to me. I reach for his shoulder, pushing with my hand.

- Hey, did you hear me?

- I heard. I think it's simple.

- What are you thinking about?

- About Masha. Who else can I think of?!?

“I think about her too. - I say it out loud, although the Beast does not listen to me again. He plunges into...