Dmitry Rus. To play, to live. Book 1. Breakdown (№ 222431)

When people in the pub has nothing, tired, and she sat opposite, resting his chin with his palm and gazed thoughtfully at me with wet, shiny and slightly drunken eyes. She reached up to my ear and quietly whispered:
- Wait a minute, I to reconnect. I have two more hours of represence, in full immersion, left... Show me your stamp collection.
And walked away, swinging her hips in the direction of the ladies room.
On the third floor we climbed together...