Kostya's friends are countless. All young people are like a selection: tall, sinewy, with large palms. I liked the girls too. I was expecting to see painted fifes. With artificial faces, the same as those of identical twins. Yes, the lips are slightly pouted. Well-groomed, with beautiful nails in drawings. No more.

The bottle of whiskey that Kostya ordered went for one toast. Everyone who comes is drinking.

Why is he unhappy? Maybe I'm missing here? He didn't want to show me to the others. That's right, he also has Sasha. "Do you know that he has a fiancee?" Karine asked. But she looked at me not with condemnation, but...