“A woman in this business is in trouble,” he barely perceptibly touched her cheekbone with his lips. - Sit where you are.

And Lera understood what it was about. She saw the familiar gleam of sadness on Bulatov's face.

- How did it start? – asked timidly, and not expecting an answer.

- As soon as cooperatives were allowed, - Vlad briefly threw.

And the old man...

- And the Old Man became a businessman. Private business.

He took the girl aside, saving her from a stormy wave. He looked into enthusiastic eyes that longed for continuation. Silently begged for at least one more offer.

- Everything is banal, -...