17

Morning greeted me with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee from the kitchen. Has the Fox already woken up and made us breakfast? But it was not there. Sitting on the bed, I saw Inari sleeping peacefully next to me. Who was in charge of the kitchen then? Hastily put on his trousers and followed the smell.

“Good morning,” Pasha greeted me when he saw me. I immediately remembered his sobs at night near Korotkovo.

“I thought you were going straight to the department,” I muttered, sitting down at the table. The guy looked rumpled and strange.

- Would you like some coffee? he asked, hiding his gaze from me.

“No,” I replied with a yawn. - I'm going to sleep, it's too early to get up.

“Korotkov and I broke up,” the guy said, stopping me. “What happened yesterday was the last time.” I turned around to face him. You're right, you have to respect yourself.

“You understand that this is what he wanted,” I said in a barely audible voice. My guess was not entirely accurate. To understand the differe