- And you didn't dig it? She coughed and looked at the man.

- With a street racer?

- With a bandit, - she answered with a smile. - I took a picture on the hood of his Gelika. While pushing the car, the alarm went off, and the angry uncle ran out.

Vlad pointed to her dementia with a gesture.

- And then I returned to the scene of the crime. Not knowing he's a regular at that bar. Dima Shensov.

She looked at Vladislav and immediately realized that the name was familiar to him. The man bit his lips in an attempt to prevent a smile.

- Let's!...