Valery walked through the park, constantly adjusting the black scarf on his nose, which slipped off from time to time. The weather in St. Petersburg in the fall was pretty nasty. Eternal rain and slush. While Lazar and Anna were in London on important business, Valery sat in Petersburg, since there was no one else to keep an eye on one girl except him. This girl was extremely strange, feisty, cocky, always sarcastic. And Valery considered her extremely disgusting. A pain in his ass. Unfortunately. In his opinion, she was too loud, too bright... Too much.

Every time he heard her from afar or saw her, he felt as if his head was splitting from her voice. And a headache was coming on. It was all too much.