- What do they need? - The man took off.

- I do not know. But Filin calls one Bulatov. The asshole in the raincoat asked where his girl was.

- Oh, you're a fool!

- He called you a degenerate, - continued the six.

The wooden chair flew into the wall.

What I heard was a pain reliever. And the girl's roaring laughter broke the silence of the room.

- Voronov, - she shuddered with hysterical laughter. - No luck, huh? Yes, I slept with him. And I plan to continue to do so.

She may not survive, but Lera triumphed at the next failure of this man. Enjoyed...