You don't have to be a visionary not to understand that there's no interesting night for me tonight. In principle, I was not going to fuck Zhenya, after she would have been carried away from whiskey. The problem is that I definitely lost an interesting conversation under a degree. Yes, and Zhenya's relative relaxation and good mood after the carp she ate, too. This is what is depressing. And ten minutes of silence, complete indifference to my indiscreet person and Zhenya's gaze turned out the window - they strain.

Turn up the radio volume and switch channels automatically. Zero reaction. I'm going to hit something like hell if I keep...