“Superb, right?” He rejoiced, tugging at his pants that had slipped from his belly. “The cutting edge of technology. The Allgemeine Elektrizitäts-Gesellschaft-Telefunken tape recorder! It’s not some Pompka & Vuzhik bike. He-he-he...,” he giggled, leading me back by the arm, and when we sat down again on both sides of the table, he yawned wearily. He seemed to be getting bored with our conversation: “And this snatch of yours from the diner... What a cutie pie. If you try to screw us over, I’ll hire her to wash the floor. Understand?”
What is not to be understood here? Everything was clear. The cat looked at me with its big eyes and, apparently, also understood everything. I stroked it, and it didn’t mind it. Then I took it on my lap, and it purred with joy.
“A beautiful cat, isn’t it?” Th
