- Samantha, where are you? - said the leader, sipping a heady drink, - I'm waiting for your story!
- I'm here! A petite blonde approached him.
- Well, who was with you?
"Second Lieutenant Hymans Breda, sir!"
- Is there any information?
— No information, sir! Please forgive me for this!
- Okay, your brother works for two. Well, cheer me up with your story! - when drinking any kind of alcohol, David becomes, albeit not for long, but calmer.
- Maybe not worth it? The girl stepped back.
- It's worth it.
- Good. This man didn't want to give me information because he didn't like the food I cooked.
- It's all?
- Yes!
"Did you just cook for a week and a half?"
- Yes.
— Is that all?
- No, I also went shopping for groceries and carried cooked food to the headquarters.
"Ha… Ha-ha-ha!" – the hysterical laughter of the leader filled the room, – And these are members of one of the best teams of our gang? Do not make me laugh! That's just terrible!
- Forgive me!
— Samantha? Are you still here? Well, get out of here!
"Sorry…" After these words, the girl left the room.
"Matthew," he said to a man sitting not far from him, "give me here a letter from Robert!"