Scaramucci looks with annoyance at the message that came on the phone to his girl's phone.

That bastard.

The guy growls, looking at the message from the girl's "friend":throw off the photo of the legs. Scaramucci called his girlfriend. After putting you in front of the mirror, he knelt down and hugged her leg, bit her on the lyashka and took a picture of it. And then I sent this photo to the bastard who asked me to throw off the photo.