I put cups with raspberry juice on the coffee table, and then I move a chair, more like a royal chair, to the sofa, and sit opposite Zorin. Having drunk a warm drink, I finally catch my breath, and begin to examine the owner of the apartment. Now he looks completely different. Not an arrogant, self-confident goat, whom one way or another is sometimes afraid of, but defenseless. Very defenseless with a chin-length plaid, and sweet. The latter in itself does not fit with a man like Zorin. Now he is the real Lesha. This can easily be called in a simple way. But that's only as long as he's...