Loudly signaling, an old Zhiguli car drove by. Young people looked out of it, whistling, laughing and poking their fingers in the direction of the naked Nathan. The werewolf, not at all embarrassed, showed them the "fuck".

It is good that there is no traffic at all on this country road. And that the fake cops are hidden behind the car.

- You're bleeding. I remarked when I finally dared to look at the werewolf. - Let me rewind, and then you still better get dressed.

- Hands off my boyfriend! - Kat barked, taking out the first-aid kit. Oh, and why did she freak out at me, like she...