Il went into the gallery and nervously pulled her jacket. On the walls hung new ugly paintings, which were rare visitors. A tall busty girl with a neat bun on her head came out to meet Ilona.

— Hello, I am glad to welcome you to the René Danois Gallery.

“Yes, I’ve come to Rene,” Il narrowed her eyes at the beauty. - Is he at home?

- Not.

“It’s not good to lie,” the girl clicked, and resolutely stepped forward.

"I'll call security!"

“Call me, my dear,” Il waved off the annoying girl and disappeared into the hall with statues.

The glass ball, which Ilona compared with love, magically...