– I know everything! About Jake! About Clayton!

“Then shut up, too!” she barks at him, but then, recovering herself, adds in a much quieter and sweeter voice. - You are welcome.

This control and measured infuriate him. He didn’t leave her like that and remember her: not in control of herself, emotional and impulsive, not maintaining balance and inner Zen.

- I want to know: why? Why is it necessary to powder my brains all this time?!

- Powder?

Alex steps back, periodically looking back at the path. They are already screaming. They will be heard not only in Dodoma[1], but also in Istanbul itself.

- Explain to me!...