Sergey Razumovsky and Oleg were in the midst of their road trip, passing through a variety of cities. When they were almost out of gas, they stopped at a gas station, and an argument began about who would go to the operator to pay. In the end, Oleg pushed Sergei out of the car, despite his displeased grumbling.

Sergei, putting on sunglasses and pulling on the hood, went to the small window of the cash register. He looked impenetrably cold as he handed the operator a stack of bills.

"I need a full tank, gasoline number A5,— he said abruptly.

After receiving the change, Sergei did not move away from the window, which clearly puzzled the operator. His attention was attracted by a little girl who was running around the room, watching her mother.

Sergei smiled slightly, a mischievous twinkle playing in his eyes.

— Is this your daughter? "What is it?" he asked, trying to sound casual.

The woman nodded, noticeably awkwardly, and motioned for the girl to move away.

"Let her come out here to me,— Sergei suddenly demanded brazenly.

The woman was confused, not knowing how to react to such audacity. With his hands in his pockets, Sergei continued to stand at the window, his eyes hidden behind dark glasses, but it was clear that he was not going to leave. Maybe Oleg will like the girl and he will take her away..