“At least make sure she got into a taxi,” Karine says it calmly, as if no one can hear us.

Her prudent appearance amuses those present. Gradually laughter grows in the silence. Tolik's voice:

He won't run after her.

I sit down.

- No offense, right? Andrey moves a full glass of whiskey towards me. I didn't know you were serious with her.

Someone laughs out loud:

- At Liskovets? Seriously?

“I thought you already fucked her,” he pushes the glass even closer until the cold glass rests on my fingers. Let's drink to peace.

- I'm driving.

- Understood. I'm sorry, okay? - drinks words.

I raise my eyes....