Margo was already preparing to pounce on Denis, pretending to stumble, but then she noticed how a satisfied smirk slipped from Kholodov’s face, stretched out in surprise ... She looked over his shoulder and breathed a sigh of relief: her image was in the pictures. The girl looked triumphantly at the instigator. The vampire was completely confused.

- How shoud I understand this?

- And what confuses you, Eduard Vadimovich? Margot gloated.

- What kind of crap is this? - Kholodov was indignant, having lost his last hope of exposing her with the help of these pictures.

Den still admired the images of the girl for some time, but suddenly...