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So pressing the phone to her ear, she looked at Max. There was… pity in his eyes. Such an expression of indifferent sympathy. She squeezed the phone tighter. The lifeless voice of the electronic informant repeated the phrase in English.

– It doesn’t mean anything, – I blurted out, shaking my head. – Understandably?

Not wanting to feel this look on herself anymore, she quickly jumped out of the kitchen, realizing that my last words did not mean anything, most likely. The subscriber’s phone is turned off or out of network coverage. And I… I am alone in, in fact, a foreign country in the hands of a man… A man for whom I am an empty place, near which I become not myself.

– I won’t give her up, – Denis grumbled.

I patted him on the shoulder. It was useless to ask, why the hell did the woman who sent him surrender to him. Sometimes it seemed to me that he could not explain this to himself.

– Go to bed, – I advised. – And remember, you will get so drunk again…

– Go to hell, – he said without malice through his teeth and pulled off his black turtleneck. His shoulder was decorated with a tattoo ornament, descending to the very shoulder blade. Perhaps it was only by the tattoos and their location that we could be distinguished. Younger than me by a few minutes, Dan was an exact copy of me. No wonder the girl mistook him for me.