Only an hour later Uvarova was able to call her husband. I decided to notify my mother and grandmother after the exact verdict of the gynecologist. Although I personally had no doubt that she would be all right.

Until the evening, of course, we could not talk about anything except children. They told stories of familiar mothers, planned purchases and were simply infinitely happy.

Galya stayed with me to spend the night. Only closer to the night we remembered and my divination. It also seemed to her friend that the fortune teller was hiding something.

- So it was necessary. Galya decided. - Let's sleep, and tomorrow I'll tell you something.

A friend intrigued me, but I was so sleepy that I didn’t even try to find out something today. After quickly making a bed for her on the sofa in the living room, Kuzey and I went to the bedroom.

Morning came quickly. I slept soundly and calmly, although for some reason the dog was nervous. She stretched sweetly, washed herself and went to the kitchen to drink some water.

She padded over to the stove, inhaled the unearthly aroma of natural coffee and put the Turk on the gas. I myself only like to sniff coffee, but Galka has already woken up, and she is an avid coffee drinker. I will make her happy in the morning. Then she remembered that she was pregnant with us, she was glad herself, and decided to make tea.

And only then I noticed one small oddity: a new "sculpture" appeared on the windowsill. Well, as a "sculpture", rather a monument to a lonely donut. And the balcony window was open. Again.

- Good morning, Kostoprav, why are you frozen?

I almost jumped on the spot.

- Phew, Galya, don't sneak up like that.

- So I greeted you at the door, and you are standing there like a pillar of salt. What happened?

- Here, look, - I pointed to the bagel standing on the edge.

- Beauty, of course, but your whole kitchen is filled with different figures, so I'm not impressed.

- Uvarova, admit it, did you do it?

- What did you do!?

I sighed, rubbed my temples and explained:

- Yesterday this donut was not here. If it's not you, then who?

There was a pause.

- Nastasya, are you sure?

- Yes, I know every bagel here in person! In addition, it is in sugar glaze, but I didn’t use such for ... - I spread my hands, choosing a word for the name of this bagel lawlessness, in the sense of creativity, - a garden.

- So... Gee. Is there coffee?

- You can't.

- Oh, right! - Galya smiled and stroked her still flat tummy. But she quickly gathered herself and became serious. - So, someone was in your apartment. You need to call the police.

- Don't be ridiculous, Uvarova. What will I tell them? Gentlemen of the police, someone climbed into my window to put a bagel on the windowsill!? Are you asking if I saw a werewolf the day before yesterday? Me, of course. But otherwise I am normal and healthy!

Oh, by the way, you really need to look, maybe something was stolen ...

However, after a cursory inspection of the property, no loss could be found. Although, to be honest, I did not hope, because not to connect today's penetration and the open window after that night's fight is to deceive yourself

Here was He.

At night.

When I was sleeping.

Did he come into my bedroom? No, Kuzya would have definitely awakened me then and I would have felt it. Or not?

What did he need? If he wanted to cause harm, he certainly would have done it. And why did you leave this donut? Wanted to show me that he was here? Or saw my works and could not resist, decided to try it myself?

I giggled as I imagined this man, the embodiment of strength and danger, sitting in my kitchen practicing the art of bagel making.

- All right, Nastya. Now it’s definitely time to tell you something, I promised yesterday, - Galya broke the silence.

We have already sat down to drink tea with sandwiches. Worrying and biting your nails is a necessary thing, but useless. But I still want to eat.

- The fact is, Boner, I have a secret. And I can finally share it with you. Of course, you know that before Stas I was already married.

I nodded. Galina was five years older than me. Six years ago, when she was twenty-two, she married a guy whom she had been dating for three years at that time. And a month later they divorced. Then Galya and I did not know each other and I did not see her husband, Mikhail.

Naturally, the public was greatly surprised and interested, and not overburdened with modesty. Therefore, Uvarova had to quickly compose a simple story, which she told to all the curious, biting her lips plaintively. I knew this story by heart.

- You were young... - I whispered softly.

- We were young, - Galya pretended not to hear me.

- ... met at the university and burned with passion, - I whisper again.

- ... met at the university and were inflamed with passion, - Galya echoes me louder.

- He made you the most romantic proposal in the world, among roses and thousands of candles - again I quietly.

- He made me the most romantic proposal in the world, among roses and thousands of candles, Galya loudly, theatrically rolling her eyes.

“And everything was fine until you caught him cheating,” I whisper into the cup.

- And everything was fine until I caught him cheating.

- But the reason for the divorce was not this, but the fact that he was a scoundrel and a rude man! - I tell Galya in an undertone.

- But the reason for the divorce was not this, but the fact that he was a scoundrel and a rude and a werewolf!

- What!? Misha was a werewolf!?

- Yeah. He did not cheat on me, Nastya. He was a werewolf. Volchar. He confessed after the wedding and honeymoon.

- Wow... And you left him?

- Well no. He assured me for a long time that everything would be all right, told me a lot. I reconciled. After all, she loved him. And then he left me. As it turns out, marriages between werewolves and humans are allowed, but discouraged. They are possible, but the werewolf loses all his status and position in society. His family would never accept me. His dad was especially formidable. And baby werewolves are born only from purebred marriages. Misha thought he could handle it... But it didn't last long. I took an oath, signed a non-disclosure agreement and we parted ways.

I was shocked silent, and then hugged my friend. I can't even imagine how hard it was for her. And she couldn't tell anyone.

You have been silent for so many years...

- If I would have opened their secret, I would have been sent to a psychiatric hospital or a separate settlement somewhere in the outback, where werewolves live without hiding. Just for the people out there, consider prison to never get out... alive.

Why am I still free? I asked fearfully.

- I do not know. Galya shook her head. - I thought about it myself ... But since they came to you and did not touch you, then the trouble was over.

Hope...