and why is Apollo so heavy? his arms were already breaking as if on the move, while the drunk guy's body was almost on the girl. The party went off without a hitch and it was a hell of a lot of fun until it was time to go home.

walking along the road to Hidalgo's house with obvious reluctance, as if you had never been there and according to a friend, this house is not the most pleasant place. but there is no choice, you won’t drag Apollo to your home, then mom will have a lot of questions.

night, rain and cold wind, you also left your leather jacket somewhere in the bar and walking in just a sweatshirt and skirt was not the most pleasant feeling. I don't care, now is not the time. Finally, a huge house seemed to appear out of nowhere in front of the girl. She approached the gate and pressed the bell, and after a few seconds, the gate opened without any questions. Without thinking too much, the girl again dragged Apollo, who was muttering something under his breath, into the courtyard.

even in the dark you could see the beauty of their territory, how much will a girl have to work to stay here for at least a day? probably until her death and only in heaven will she be given such an opportunity. Having exhaled with relief and finally standing near the door of the house, the girl was about to knock, but the door opened earlier.

Ares Hidalgo stood in front of her and looking at the girl and then at his brother, he stretched out his hands and without any words pulled the drunken Apolo away and he, like Kuala, now hugged his brother. "I told you not to drink..." the guy said in a quiet and hoarse voice.

raising his eyes now again to the girl standing on the threshold, wet from the rain, and grinning weakly at her, not everyone would decide to help a drunk couple get home, and even to Hidalgo's house. "Come in, at least you'll warm up, I think it will be to your advantage"