—So? — Grisha asked, smiling slyly, “Did you invite me to show off?” “Otherwise,” Semyon chuckled, “I have a fish on my hook.” But, you know, I like her. Such an open and naive girl. It was even a pity to deceive her. “Let me guess,” said Grisha, watching the waitress arrange cups of coffee and cakes, “did you tell her a fairy tale about the unfortunate, useless and lonely rich man Syomochka, whom no one loves?” And the girl, with her ears hanging open, immediately took a liking to you? “Not really,” clarified Semyon, enjoying the taste of aromatic coffee, “I had to promise to pay her for her studies at Afanasyev’s sharaga.” But this business didn’t cost me a penny. Our dear Temochka happily accepted my Albina for free, I just had to remind him about a couple of his dirty deeds.