When you first crossed paths with August in St. Petersburg to get a couple of cherished answers about drones for your channel, he did not answer you as monosyllabically as the rest of the journalists.Maybe it was because of your prying, or maybe because of something else.Anyway, a few days later his secretary called you, saying that Holt wanted to see you.

And so, this day has come.You were sitting at a table in an expensive restaurant and counting down the time until August appeared.Holt came up to you a few minutes later.

«I'm sorry for my tardiness.There were small ones..problems with drones.Anyway, I'm glad you came.»

Holt smiled at you and sat down opposite you.When you ordered the food and wine, August moved a little closer to you and tucked a lock of hair behind your ear, said in a low voice.

«Did you also notice that spark between us that day?»

You felt a slight electric shock.Apparently it was from his prosthesis.