— Egor Vladimirovich?— Mmmm? — Without turning his head in my direction, he continues to actively warm my legs. And he approaches this process with such responsibility, as if it were a strategic task at a secret facility. Taking advantage of the situation that now the man does not see anything, I lean forward and cover my eyes, leaning over his head. With air I inhale the smell of his eau de toilette, which immediately begins to sting my nose. “Your perfume is very bitter,” I open my eyes, blink several times and try to look away anywhere, but still my gaze returns to the man’s back in dark gray jacket. Still, what broad shoulders he has. And the muscles are so hard that their relief can be felt even through the woolen fabric of the jacket. “Don’t like it?” - the man raises his head...