Good morning, whore.

"There have been better mornings... Harry."

He entered without knocking. Like a brother like two drops of water. Twins. What an irony... And then the brothers. But she immediately understood, felt that this was a completely different person. He moved, spoke, held himself fundamentally differently than yesterday's fat man. Even the voice was rougher and lower. And he was dressed differently - in a military jacket and jeans with high dock boots. And the look ... hard, cold, tenacious. The look of a deadly creature.

Bring a chair. He placed it, turned back to front, in the middle of the room. He saddled up (the chair already...