He pulled me to his car, and opening the trunk, took out some small bag. Already at the entrance he asked:

- Dynamics of temperature and how long ago?

- What's the difference to you? And where are you going? To me home? So I didn't invite you!

- We'll talk later. Temperature for a long time, I ask? I pressed the elevator button.

- I'll call the police now. - She promised gloomily, fumbling for the phone in her pocket.

- Police. - Corrected, pushing into the booth. - Sasha, don't be a fool, I want to help. - Added, pulling the mobile phone out of his hands.

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