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– Where did you write this? – the boy slapped me on the shoulder and straightened his smile. I hesitated, but still turning around, noticing a good bar, I decided not to give myself away. – I AM?

After standing in thought, the guy took out a small book. Turning one page after another, he began to read aloud. – And who are you actually? “The devil,” the guy slammed the book shut with a bang. – And what are you looking for here?

The guy stared at the book again. – It says here…

You never know what is written there. But come to an unfamiliar city, put on a tie, and in this form go out into the street. This is too much! – Are you listening to me?

I’m listening. I’m listening. And I’m also looking for a way to the bar. – How do you understand that? – You offended. She did not come. The guy with the book. Amber eyes.