My girl. Getta Yu.

- I understand that I didn’t get into my own business, but now, a friend threw a thin folder on the table. He opened, scroll through. On the first page, the photo of the waitress and a short dossier. Understands without words. - If you liked this girl so much, why not take her to yourself? “I myself do not know, bone.” Did you see how she looks at me? The shy is such as if they were about to faint. - Your attention is an unspeakable luck for such as her. “You know me, I don’t ceremony with women.” And she is almost like a child. “She is twenty, Oleg.” Not so little. - Don't know. - I do not recognize you. Somehow you behave frivolously. You go here endlessly, like a teenager in love, you do nothing. He raised a tired look at his friend. He is right. If you throw the girl out of my head, then I will make her my own.