24

We rushed somewhere into the unknown for a long time, until the streets ceased to be at least remotely recognizable and generally plunged into impenetrable darkness, announcing that the time had passed one in the morning.

There was no time to bring beauty, and I had to borrow a jacket from Grisha's wardrobe, which hung terribly on me, and borrow jeans and sneakers from Marta, gently and guiltily awakened by Alyosha.

But these were all trifles compared to the fact that I had to ride with Sery on a motorcycle, because of which I also took Grishin a spare helmet, and I had to leave Alyosha at home, since none of the motorcyclists wanted to take him as the second number, moreover, by mutual agreement, expressed in a rather aggressive form, and the presence of the car at the meetings would cut the latter down in the bud.

What was the logic here, I did not understand. Probably something from the field of eternal confrontation between two wheels and four, but in principle I didn’t care. I wa