Having smacked the phone, my mother turns off, and I fall exhausted onto the sofa. This conversation blew me away. I have nothing more to do than to drink champagne with Ashley by the arm at the dacha of some corrupt official. Still, she needs to be persuaded somehow.

Although, why should I even persuade her? She made this mess herself, let her clear it up now.

Ashley.

- No, - I refuse categorically.

This is no longer in any framework! How did he even have the brains and the audacity to burst into my room, without knocking, please note, and put me before the fact?

- What does "no"...