“Awesomely cute associations,” Keith chuckles, releasing his finger to wave his hand indignantly. — Santa's team? Cow botalo? Not? Only lepers?

— Not only, also a cat collar. Indian girl. Traveling hippie. Chinese shop. Fairy Tinkerbell. Lots of associations. Don't be offended, I like your bells, the way they sound, - he again steps in her way, looking into her eyes. “Now, wherever I hear this sound, I will immediately remember you… Peace?

- Okay. Persuaded, - Keith responds, but the outstretched little finger ignores. All he can do is breathe.

“Wasn't I right? Now, you are really strict.

And a minute later he is already telling how many wives...