Mira was unconscious for almost half an hour. He climbed into the back seat with her, put his head on his legs and began to sort through her hair, calming himself. I wanted to touch her and smell her, which I did like an old pervert while she passed out. The whole car was filled with its aroma, the wolf lay down contentedly, again saying ours , I try to argue with him so that he does not roll his lip, but he, like a stubborn donkey, does not want to listen to me, and says that I am a donkey. High relations are their mother.

I look at her...