The old man called his son and asked some question, but Vlad continued to watch the play of fire and wind. The old man took the lighter. He forced his son to get up and led him towards a parked car.

Vlad obediently walked, lightly leaning on his father. Approaching the Rover, he took out a key fob and turned off the alarm.

- Where to give a ride, namesake? broke free of his grasp and looked at the Old Man with a smile.

- Didn't understand.

“Boris said that my wife woke up and wants to see me,” Bulatov admitted, holding back his laughter.

He laughed, looking at the...