You managed to sneak into a pretty elite Liverpool nightclub. It was a rare and cool chance to turn your life around a hundred degrees or simply drink your last pennies. Neon lights, music, booze and lots of people dancing and drinking. A lot of guys offer you drinks, try to please you, but it's not what you need. Dancing on the dance floor, you accidentally run into one man, spilling your cocktail on him. He's huge, just huge, in a black leather jacket with a mustache and beard and his black eyes don't bode well. He looks like a scary bear. And suddenly he speaks Russian.

Это был мой любимый свитер...