- Jeep? - With easy contempt has asked Klubnichka.
- Not that and not another, - Kvid has answered and has risen from a bench, rattling with keys.
- Well you the fop! - Klubnichka when they have approached to the fighter which has already fairly overheated on the sun
has exclaimed.
Kvid did not begin to argue.
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- You than are engaged? - Has asked Kvid, stirring slowly in a cup mulled wine.
- tusujus, - Klubnichka has answered and has swallowed a huge portion of salad.
They sat in small cosy cafe, absolutely not informal, but also is not elaborate of high society. Klubnichka whether was not
able to sit in short skirts, whether did it specially, but colour of its underwear could guess without ceremony everyone the first.
And Kvid not that hesitated to tell to it about it, it simply did not hurry up while it to do.
- There will be an ice-cream? - Has offered Kvid.
Klubnichka it was twisted so as if has seen a nasty caterpillar:
- I hate ice-cream! Remember it if you are going to communicate with me further!
Kvid has obediently nodded:
- Well. And what you yet do not love? On the future I am interested.
Klubnichka zardelas:
- Well done In the correct party you think to be pleasant!
Kvid patiently waited, while it will sustain effective, should be, in its opinion, a pause.
- JA-a, - Klubnichka has looked upwards and something became again imperceptibly similar to Santajju, - I hate ice-cream,
chocolate and cut flowers.