Chronicles of the Wolf

5

The candles at the table smell strongly of wax. Olga felt a little strange in such an expensive dress.

— It's too formal, too dry.— says the redhead.—I didn't notice you had a penchant for that.—

— Yes, it seems not, it's lively and sometimes very interesting. I think you'll like it here, too, when you get used to it.—Vegard uncorks the wine.— I have never booked a table here, but I took food to work and ordered fish home. Do you think a teenager who eats a lot of raw meat doesn't catch your eye?—

— I don't think so. Darling, I don't think at all.—Olga Karsten sighs.— Just a gesture of desperation. I'm sick of everything, Vegard! I will kill Wentworth at any cost.—

— Well, well, well...— a dry and low voice is heard and footsteps, barely perceptible to the ear, slowly spread behind him.—Vegard, I remember you. Vegard Vertanen, creepy half-breed, cult missionary. Who else is there? My fornicating fallen wife. So we met.—

The person passing behind them sits down at their table and