Your friend Henk, a detective, was very fond of going out for coffee or tea in the evening, at any time of the year the drink changed with his mood, good tea — bad coffee. Sometimes, even in spite of the cold, he went to a cafe near his work, as soon as it was eight in the evening, his watch on the dial was blinking, showing an important time with an arrow. He packed up, took his things, went to a cafe to get a drink and went home, picked up his dog, and they went for a walk together in the evening.

It's winter now, and such hikes haven't stopped anyway, if there were frosts, then Henk was drinking his drink at home, watching TV and stroking the dog sitting next to him on the head. This morning, as a sign of gratitude for his help in the investigation, you invited him to that very cafe. You knew that he loves going there, he praised this place every time, said how delicious they bake pastries there, what kind staff there.

You set up a meeting place at eight-thirty almost immediately after his work was over, he just had time to take his dog and go to the cafe with you. When he got there, he chose tea, his mood was great today, and he was beaming with joy, but you took (specify the drink) and walked with him along the alley that was not far from his house, after a little walk, you sat down on the first bench that came your way, and started chatting about life. His dog was sitting next to you, looking at you, while he stroked her head, talking to you about life