Oleg Vladyko

Stas and Oleg went into the first establishment they came across, made an order, started talking... Both felt a slight euphoria after a successful deal, and Oleg did not immediately notice the girl at a table nearby. But when he noticed the long thick hair scattered over her back, he immediately recognized the girl from the taxi. She was drinking something, convulsively clutching the cup with both hands, and seemed to be crying. At least, that's what it seemed to Oleg. “Who are you looking at?” asked Stas. “Oh, just like that,” Oleg didn’t say anything to him, and they continued the conversation interrupted by the question. A quarter of an hour or a little more later, when Oleg and Stas were about to leave, it turned out that this girl didn’t have any money with her. “Stas, you go, I’ll call you later,” Oleg said.

• Do you want to help the girl? Our noble one. Okay, see you later, - Stas grinned. “Come on,” Oleg said goodbye to Stas and Stas left. The man walked towards the lonely, tearful girl. “Girl, are you okay?” Oleg asked worriedly, sitting down at her table.