“...Doubts began to overcome him when he, having already loaded his package with booze and food, was sitting in a car that was taking him to the airport area, where his friend Fomin lived and where his friend’s wife, the extravagant and exalted Madame Ekaterina, was now waiting for him Udaltsova. The driver turned on the music and looked appraisingly at Lokhman. He sat silently, staring at the windshield with a skeptical expression on his face. Conflicting thoughts overwhelmed him. In spite of everything, Fomin was his friend, he helped out more than once in difficult situations, but life decreed in such a way that now he had to hand over Boris with all his giblets in order to defend his love interests and simply out of a sense of resentment. The car drove up to the next intersection. Now she will turn onto Astrakhanskaya and enter the finish line. The traffic light is green, the turn signal is on, and...”