Oleg Vladyko

Stas and Oleg walked into the first establishment they came across, placed an order, and struck up a conversation… Both were feeling a slight euphoria after a successful deal, and Oleg didn't immediately notice the girl at a nearby table. But when he spotted the long, thick hair spilling down her back, he immediately recognized the girl from the taxi. She was drinking something, clutching the cup convulsively with both hands, and appeared to be crying. At least, that's what Oleg thought. "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. "Want to help the girl? Our noble sir. Okay, see you later," Stas chuckled. “Come on,” Oleg said goodbye to Stas and Stas left. The man walked towards the lonely, tearful girl. "Miss, are you okay?" Oleg asked worriedly, sitting down at her table. (the text is not mine.)