The director returned with coffee and two small bottles of water, one of which he handed to me.

- Thanks. - She thanked her, placing her in the door niche. When we drove off, she asked: - Can I ask a question?

- Let's. He was even surprised, obviously not expecting me to talk to him at all.

- Why me? Isn't there someone prettier and younger?

Mark Yanovich drank from a cardboard glass and grunted:

- How old do you think I am?

Restraining herself not to blurt out that I was not interested in this at all, she shrugged her shoulders. I don't know if he did it...