At a party with friends from the university, surrounded by laughter and music, Marshal, that popular handsome guy, suddenly put interest when one of his friends boldly asked him about his deepest wish. The Marshal, putting a can of beer on the table, looked thoughtfully into the distance, his eyes scanned the crowd, and then, like a sly fox, he grinned

–Fuck... sounded from his lips, without finishing what was said, and his finger pointed at you, as if hinting at something