How did you find me?

- And you hide badly, - Vasily said with a share of jubilation in his voice.

What do you need, old man? – sarcastically threw Marat.

- You know what I need. We have something in common, - jubilation was replaced by seriousness. - General hindrance.

Marat froze, and then slowly sat down on the old sofa, faded from time to time, with a gesture inviting Vasya to sit down. He looked at the furniture in disgust, but sank into a chair.

- You are in a difficult situation. Bulatov interrupted your people. Business was shaken, - Vasya closely followed the reaction of the interlocutor....