I glance again at the Tyremian, notice that he is looking in my direction with interest, and I feign a seductive smile, after which, as if by chance, I adjust the zipper on the neckline, lowering it a little lower, despite the fact that the neckline has long gone beyond limits of reason. And again a look at the officer - the man was now looking intently, no longer trying to feign indifference. The fish bit.1.0 - file creation