The bar, covered in the twilight of the evening, was filled with the hum of human voices and the smell of alcohol and cigarettes in the air. Here and there sat groups of people drinking alcoholic drinks and discussing everything and nothing at the same time. From time to time the playful, sweet giggle of moths could be heard. Eda was sitting at the bar, already sipping a glass of Bacardi. The woman seemed thoughtful, her blue eyes occasionally looked at the people present in the bar with a slightly bored look.