Richard brought Feriel on Tuesday morning, as promised. The guy doubtfully examined the walls covered with photo wallpapers with a cheerful aspen grove, looked into the refrigerator full of meat, fruits, vegetables and greens and sniffed the air. The boy, meanwhile, went to the sofa and froze, waiting for his father's verdict.

“Did you really smoke at home?” Richard looked at Ilona in surprise.

“I didn’t smoke,” the girl smiled wryly.

“Maybe you can just quit?” The werewolf tilted his head.

- Maybe I'll quit.

Richard's eyes flashed with approval and surprise. Did he really think that Il could not give up a bad habit for the sake of a...