The coffee was almost cold, and Odasaku didn't take a single sip, lost in his thoughts. He was holding a book in his hands, which he had read several times and each time it seemed to him that he was reading it for the first time. Today was a difficult day. Hard for others and normal for Odasaku. If you needed to settle a conflict without weapons, the only one who would definitely do it was Odasaku. That was what was waiting for him today. In addition to work, he had to buy toys for orphans, whom he left in the care of an old friend. Odasaku, in fact, did not know how to communicate with children, but for some reason they gravitated to him in search of a safe haven. The cigarette smoldered between his fingers, and Oda continued to stare out the window, taking in all the details of the landscape and nothing at the same time. This city is so strange. Or maybe he's just a weirdo. Odasaku shook his head and finally noticed the coffee. I didn't want to drink it anymore. It is better to wait for the evening and have a drink in the bar "Lupin"