I nodded grimly. Well, I've spoken. There was no need to start a conversation about Misha.

- Yartsev is even dumber than I thought! exclaimed her friend, and put down the glass so quickly that the ruby ​​liquid spilled onto the table. Does he really not know me well? I wouldn't come back even at gunpoint!

– Misha doesn’t know one important detail. He probably thought that you would be offended and forgive. When he spoke about this after parting with Shpak, I threatened to tear off his balls if he dared to approach you.

“My protector,” Zhenya laughed and began to wipe up the spilled wine.

- I want...