“...—Sit down, client,” Olga pointed the gun at the fisherman in no uncertain terms. “You’re crazy!” - he exploded. - Do you think I won’t tell Boris Nikolaevich about your antics? Come on, give it here! Dmitry tried to snatch the gun, but the boatwoman hit him painfully on the arm and then, lunging, poked the end of the barrel into his chest. The push was so strong that Dmitry lost his balance, grabbed the low side, but still tumbled into the water. When he emerged, the boat was swaying about one and a half meters away from him. “Bitch!” - he spat out the water that had gotten into his mouth and quickly rowed towards the boat. But at that time the engine started working, and the boat moved away another five meters. “You won’t catch up with me,” Olga, sitting at the stern, said brazenly. - Swim back to the island. Otherwise you will drown..."