When Il ran out of the entrance into the night, she gasped. René was waiting for her, leaning against the hood of a predatory red convertible. It was a Bentley or some other super expensive car, but a man in a satin turquoise suit looked too chic against her background. Too provocative. Too sexy.

— You have a very interesting area. Old factories, warehouses, and then once and a glass tower, - Rene smiled.

“You look really smart,” Ilona hid her hands in the pockets of a dimensionless gray mouse-colored sweatshirt.

She suddenly felt ashamed of her bow of a city bum in old sneakers. Why didn't she think that...