- Already.

- What already?

- Already told. She called the police and gave them a detailed description of everything she saw. I did not have time to do anything before the arrival of law enforcement officers, and after that it would be very suspicious to do anything.

- So, we will act according to the scheme through Grandfather. Let's prove that it's not normal.

- She's normal. - Gleb smiled, remembering the girl's kitchen. Bagel Sculpture Garden. Very strange. But it's beautiful. He liked this. - With their own cockroaches, but normal.

- It does not matter. You know, Grandfather, for the sake of keeping the secret of the werewolves, will immediately figure out the diagnosis for her.

- Not. I'm against. Yes, and Grandfather refuses, I just do it. He, imagine, has already managed to examine it. She was undergoing an examination in the case of her ex. He slipped some drugs on her or something like that. He sincerely sympathizes with the victim, he liked her. In addition, he also smelled this specific smell ...

-Are you saying there's another latent one in town? The older man grimaced as he said the last word, as if he had said some particularly vile curse.

- Not sure. There's something else. She has a werewolf smell in her apartment, but it's faint. And unusual. With hints of snow, or something ... - The young man thoughtfully rubbed the bridge of his nose, as if this movement could help to recall a strange aroma.

- Oh, yes, I see you are also very interested. What will you do then?

- So far, nothing. I'll watch and see if I need to. You, most importantly, do not interfere. A girl can be Seeing.

Mstislav, that was the name of the gray-haired man, raised an eyebrow in surprise:

- Seers are a rarity. One in a million chance...

Still, I'll check.

There was silence for a minute. The topic is over. The men sipped their coffee.

The young brunette, Gleb, was about to leave, when Mstislav stopped him and beckoned him to the open doors of the bedroom.

- Take a look.

Gleb looked: a lovely girl with fiery red curly hair was sleeping peacefully on the bed.

- Did you decide to brag about the girl? - asked surprised-skeptical. His good friend had never seen such a habit before.

- It's not a girl. Mstislav frowned. - I mean a girl, but it's not like you thought.

Gleb couldn't help but laugh. Was the old wolf embarrassed, or what?

- Daughter. My. Native.

But this was already unexpected. Everyone knew that Alpha Mstislav had many women. But no one has ever seen his children. And here on you. And also a girl. Only the strangest thing was not even that.

- Do you know it's a fox? - Decided to repeat the obvious.

Well, I'm not stupid at all! - The gray-haired man boiled up and immediately said conciliatoryly: - She needs supervision. I don't ask for much. So, show her the city at your leisure, take this ball to the ball, you still don’t have anyone to go with? As a friend I ask. You understand that this is a tricky situation...

Yeah, scrupulous is not the right word. The alpha must have one recognized child - the heir. Otherwise, the war will not be avoided. And here is a girl. Yes, and a fox, which is generally out of any gate. This is a scandal.

But Gleb didn’t say all this, he just nodded silently and slightly squeezed Mstislav’s shoulder, which in their stingy masculine language meant something like “Don’t drift, buddy. And they didn’t cope with such troubles.” The older wolf breathed a sigh of relief. He did not notice with what excitement he waited for the reaction of his friend and right hand.

Gleb, in thought, left the country mansion of the leader. I still had to visit the old woman Zinaida Gavrilovna, and then visit that girl Nastya. The man was not afraid that she would chat about wolves to everyone in a row, but the chance that she would be a Seeer should not be neglected.

Gleb remembered the events of the night and smiled. The girl surprised him. And got hooked. And neither the first nor the second happened to him for a long time. After Katerina, crowds of women constantly curled around him - both human and werewolves. They were all beautiful and interesting in their own way. From time to time he entered into a relationship with the most persistent of them. It was in the "connection", since Gleb did not consider the simple satisfaction of physiological needs to be relationships. Yes, there were a couple that could captivate him, but not for long, and not much.

Nastya was, frankly, not even his type. All his women were mature, impudent, predatory. Deep neckline, red lipstick, high heels, satin nightgowns... And Nastya has pink pajamas in giraffes.

When she shouted for Gleb to run, he was very upset. Extra witnesses are always a headache. In fact, that was his fault: after all, the full moon, and even midnight - the line is especially thin at such moments. Be that as it may, it was necessary to return for the girl and solve the problem - either to intimidate, or to charm and convince her that she had imagined everything. What he did not expect was that she herself would come out to him. All trembling with fear, but determined. So funny: pink pajamas, a shock of blond hair in a mess, a tourniquet in one hand, a gas canister in the other. Yes, she was in a hurry to help him. It's just a guess! With a gas canister against a werewolf! Like crazy ... Gleb was even confused and froze a little, meeting the girl's gaze. And he missed the moment when she splashed gas in his eyes ... Naive, she thought that this would delay him.

It's a pity the police arrived quickly and they didn't get to talk. But nothing, they still will have such an opportunity. And very soon.

We've been on the road for about an hour now. First the subway and now the bus. All the way, Galya was silent, like a partisan, without revealing the secret of our destination. Finally, my friend moved vigorously, squeezing her way to the door, and threw out to me:

- Let's go to the next one. Already almost there.

We found ourselves near a large shopping and entertainment center. I frowned unconsciously: crowds and simple entertainment in places like this never made me delight.

- Well, here we are. Now bowling, then a skating rink, we’ll have a bite to eat somewhere, we’ll watch a film and we’ll fall into a bar for the whole evening.

I almost groaned in frustration.

- Come on, Kostoprav, do not be sour, from your appearance at grandmothers, all homemade milk will turn into kefir! I joked! We will pass the mall in transit, and then another ten minutes on foot.

I sighed, already positive.

- Oh, Anastasia? - Suddenly I heard and turned to the voice. A vaguely familiar girl smiled at me. Where did I see her?

- I'm Ella, from the bookstore!

- Ah, good afternoon. You won't be recognized without glasses! - I felt ashamed that I did not immediately remember the girl. A year ago, before this "black streak" of mine, I often looked into the bookstore where Ella worked as a saleswoman. We communicated well with her.

- You know, Anastasia, I was just thinking about you ...

- And let's on "you"! And just Nastya, - I interrupted the girl, - otherwise I feel like a respectable old woman.

Ella smiled brightly. There is such a smile that it turns even a nondescript gray mouse into a beauty, and makes beauties generally dazzling. It was just the second time. I just fell in love and somehow immediately imbued with confidence in the girl.

- With joy. Then you stop yelling. Especially since I want to offer you something. I don’t know, however, whether it will be of interest to you, but we have a vacancy for a salesperson in our shop. I remember how you liked it here, and you love books like no one else. So what do you say?

I was confused at first. I only worked as a legal assistant.

- Thank you for the offer, - I pulled, - I'm very pleased. But suddenly it is.

- Yes, of course, I understand and do not expect an immediate answer.

- Although, you know, I agree. Yes, I agree! “Suddenly confidence hit me like a tsunami.

And what!? Yes, I graduated with a law degree. Yes, I planned to enter the magistracy, work as a junior lawyer or paralegal, and gradually, step by step, climb up the career ladder. It was so sensible and kind. This is how Max wanted to see me. And to me, a high school student, it seemed like a good option. But I didn't get any pleasure from my work. Satisfaction from well-executed tasks - yes, it is possible. But it's like sex without an orgasm - it's no good.

I've always really liked books. And this shop is great. With Ella, I'm sure we will develop, if not friendship, then a warm working relationship. So why not give it a try? Yesterday I decided to start from scratch. The salary is probably not a fountain, but I will somehow get out.

- So it's wonderful! Ella smiled again and hugged me. It felt like she was barely holding herself back from jumping up and down. And once again I was convinced of the correctness of the decision. - Do not worry, the work is simple, I'm sure you will quickly get used to it. And we have a good boss, a friendly team. When can you get started?

- I'll start on Monday. So it is possible?

- Oh sure. Here's a business card for you, if anything - call. We have the same address, you know. Then, until Monday, Nastya!

Ella hugged me again, I also said an enthusiastic goodbye and promised not to be late.

- And here it is, you, Nastena, well done! - Galya supported me. - A new environment is what you need now. And this girl is nice, sort of.

Galya also hugged me, copying Ella, and we finally moved on, leaving the mall and heading up Kosmonavtov Street.

Soon the navigator of Galina's phone led us to a not new, but rather neat, multi-storey building. Having called the concierge the number of the apartment, we went to the elevators. By that time, my curiosity had grown so much that I even began to stamp my feet in anticipation.

- Well, to whom we are going, can you already tell!? - I made a funny voice and jokingly tugged at my friend's sleeve, imitating impatient children

- Now I can. We are going to Zinaida Gavrilovna. To the fortune teller.

- Is it for the one?

- Exactly.

Galya has already buzzed my ears about Zinaida Gavrilovna. Only I balked. A lawyer, a military wife - to a fortune teller, Max immediately laughed at me as soon as he heard. In principle, I also did not particularly believe in all these fortune-telling and battles of psychics, although I was curious like a woman.

Gorgeous! Went! - I issued and the first stepped onto the landing, plunging Galya into a stupor.