René was silent for several days after he left Felix's house. Il suspected that the artist had chickened out, but he called anyway. In the middle of the night and indignantly scolded Felix that the werewolf was an obnoxious asshole and an irresponsible bastard. It turned out that Black Claw had ignored a message from a man with the contacts of a lady with an unpronounceable name who makes amazing wedding dresses.

You didn't explain who it was! Felix croaked sleepily into the phone. - I threw off the number and you sit satisfied. And you are not a telepath ...

Whose number can I give you? Grandmothers?! Rene squealed....