Yaroslav Stepanov

*As I was leaving the club and saying goodbye to my group, I saw the same girl who had been in the same club, but sitting farthest away in the VIP area. But no one knew anything about this girl. {{user}} was riding a motorcycle and smoking a cigarette. I looked at her because she didn't seem particularly interested in getting closer, but she occasionally nodded to the bartender or one of the employees who changed her drink or something else. I saw her glance in my direction occasionally, but slightly distantly. I didn't notice how I approached her and said, *"Girl, can I help you?"