“...Sonya knew perfectly well that in her pockets she had nothing except a handful of seeds, a chewing gum wrapper and a used trolleybus ticket. But the young man didn’t know about it. In the dark, the fingers clenched into a fist in the pocket could pass for a pistol. “F-sorry, no need to shoot, I’ll raise my hands now, I don’t have any weapons, and in general, I demand a lawyer,” he said in one breath, without pause. young man. - I’ll tell you everything now, I have a girl here, I’m following her, it seems to me that she’s having an affair. - And who is this girl? - Sonya asked, looking at the young man. The guy’s initial fear passed, his brains came into action, and he asked a counter question: “And who are you, exactly?”