Turning on the phone was a bad decision. He is now endlessly filled with a sonorous trill and interrupts Alena and me at a very exciting moment. Things are unlikely to come to intimacy after a migraine, but getting carried away with the process with a flower is like nothing to do. I tear myself away from the wet pink mouth and, without taking my eyes off Alena, answer the incoming call. Inna says that if I don’t show up at the office tomorrow, the deal with Kremenchuk will fail. But she breaks down anyway. Kostya will fly from his business trip in a fighter jet.

Alena rests her palms...