"Oh, why did the little girl go out to eat the kebab alone?" The first speaker was a fat man, over six feet tall, with a huge waist and tattoos all over his arms. Between the words, nostrils blowing seven points of alcohol. "A little girl. Isn't your father here?" A man in white tried to pat Ekaterina on the shoulder, but she dodged him, not looking good. "Small foreign girl still quite spicy hey, a person more boring ah, not equal to accompany the elder brothers to drink!" Then came the...
