I woke up from a persistent call, I could no longer ignore it. Damn, who needs me this early!?

"Maria Lvovna".

Misha's mom? And this is already interesting. What does this woman want from me?

- Yes. “I was still trying to open my other eye. At eight o'clock in the morning.

“My dear, why haven’t you arrived yet! I can't wait anymore, let's get ready, and to us, Misha will be happy! - The woman chirped, and the information hardly reached me. Where to go? Why so early?

- Maria Lvovna, excuse me, but it's eight in the morning. You woke me up and I don't quite understand what...