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– And no nonsense, – I warned, opening the Jaguar’s door.

The girl gave me a haughty look and sat down with that grace that is inherent in women who are used to riding expensive cars. Pigalitsa! I couldn’t stand them all my life! Even the milk on the lips has not dried up to show its crappy character! Bypassing the car, sat behind the wheel. The city was already brightening in the gray dawn, and I had not yet closed my eyes. At first, this… Ivan, then another couple of idiots who decided that fortune would certainly gild their hand that night. Gilded, definitely gilded. Not only to them, but to me. Defiantly with a jerky movement, the girl fastened her seat belt and, exhaling, stared into the windshield. How is she? Looks like Monica…

With a shrug, I stretched my muscles. He yawned and grimaced, and then started the Jaguar. The headlights flashed, the engine purred. Somehow, by itself, he looked at the fool who continued to stare forward.

– What? she immediately jumped up, noticing how the corner of my mouth twitched in a grin.