- Raphael!

She wanted to shout out his name, but instead she whispered it, speaking through parched lips, mouth, throat, tongue.

- You're so cool.

It’s good in Cape Town, it’s already cool, after all, autumn is on the nose, but in a hall full of drunken spectators and always hot Africans, it’s stuffy. Africans have a very heavy, unusual smelling spirit. They smell of completely different blood and more of it than Europeans.

- Yeah.

Alex removes someone's hand from his on the machine, looks into the face, with a stupidly drunken expression on it, and returns to the stage again, on which the smiling girls are still standing....