Julia came and looked round. In the chair with a beer bottle Ilya Sergeyevich at the table sat, on a sofa at a wall settled down, too with beer, his friend, small growth the man about one age with the chief. Shout, do not shout, We on the top floor, and under us the office is closed, from there last month moved down. And watchman Vitya, it, by the way, also closed a door behind you, on a chickie. So Julia, undress to shorts, we while will drink up beer. I to you not the whore before you to undress.