Half an hour later they were sitting at a table open cafe, and a kid was eating a baked potato with meat so that behind the ears popped. Nikita looked at him calmly. Cute. Glazastenky, reddish hair, freckled nose grimy.
All nahohlenny some business and, as a sparrow in the garbage. Funny guy. On fox like. Nikita him and nicknamed himself – Pup.
- What’s your name then?
- Vaska – he replied – and you?
The kid smiled suddenly so kind and open smile that Nikita was with him at once cozy and warm.
- Hey, Vaska, you’re a local? Can you show me around? Adult randomchat.