I leave the front door and look for Oleg's gelik with my eyes. The black boomer blinks its headlights in sync, attracting attention. My gaze falls on the state number VN XXXX HP. Odessa numbers, well, of course.

- Give me a ride, pretty girl? - Oleg gets out of the boomer and, leaning on the roof of the car with his elbow, turns to me.

- Boomer? - I line up with Oleg, and then I look into the interior of the car, looking around with curiosity. - He waved at the gelik without looking?

Oleg laughs softly, hugging me with one arm:

- Something like that. What? Don't...