Valera glanced sideways at the owner, who was sitting next to Irina at that moment. But Sergei did not react in any way to the fact that his girlfriend turned to the driver. He took Irina's hand and put it on his thigh, covering it with his palm.

- Good evening, Irina Mikhailovna. Just in case, the bodyguard nodded politely, formally answering the imprudent greeting of the boss's mistress.

Mercedes drove out of the yard and rushed up the road. Turning left at the crossroads, slowed down at the traffic lights, drove to the end of the street and turned again, only this time to the right.

Irina, confident that...