- So what? You never know what kind of bed games you have, - he grinned and poured the contents of the bottle into piles. - Owl, of course, scum. And Voronov is a moron, he was led by the tales of a friend. Come on.

The friends clinked glasses and drank the scalding liquid in unison. Laura glanced around the room. The population has increased significantly. The music got louder. One of the assigned guards was sitting at the bar, scanning the room.

“Do you believe that…,” she stammered, taking a sip of cold coffee, “Tim was involved in the attack?”

- Ler, I don't know, - he clamped...