There was plenty of time, and Nastya and I were in no hurry, drinking tea and looking out the window when a Renault Duster drove into the yard, and Makeev got out of it with two girls of obviously easy virtue.

What is this idiot doing here?

My amazement knew no bounds.

- Makeev? - Nastya grimaced, making it clear that she was also not happy with his presence. - Danya invited a few more friends, and he also imposed himself. Although, as far as I know, they are not particularly friendly. Friends called early in the morning and said that they would not be able to come, but apparently...