- That's wonderful! - Cyril answered more mechanically than thoughtfully. The car had already moved far away from the center towards the railway station, and this was annoying. - Can I go out? Lunch will be over soon, and I still have to get to the center.

- You will go out, you will go out, - Arsen Ashotovich grinned. - Maybe a ride?

- No, no, don't worry, - Kirill waved his hands.

- As you know, - Babai patted the driver on the shoulder. “Slow down, let’s drop the kid off.”

The foreign car stopped, and the passenger hurried out of the passenger compartment.

- Thanks.

- And...