“I’m not stupid enough to sit on a bench all evening,” I replied with a slight smile, admiring the dark sky, on which, like fireflies, billions of stars settled down.

Not like Vera. Here she is - a hack-a-bitch.

“Yaroslava has always been a bit of that,” Cyrus twisted his finger at his temple. You just didn't notice.

- I'll take that as a compliment.

Orlov did not answer, but instead opened a bottle of beer. Misha hastened to repeat after another. It seems that two drunken bodies will go back to the city.

The sea was worried. Waves crashed against the shore, leaving thick foam behind. I nearly wet...