just call. There is also a bell here.
She pointed to a small bell.
- Thank.
- Well, bye, Vovchulya - Dmitry shook Vova's hand and went out.
Vova looked out the window. The guard dogs were close by. Dmitry Anatolyevich sat in a large, heavy Maybach, covered in front and behind by two helicopters. He didn’t really care that they blocked the street that was already clogged with cars. However, there was no frustrated beeping behind. Apparently the view of the impressive motorcade inspired fear and respect, as well as an unwillingness to sharply find problems on the fifth point.

After some time, Vova left the candy store. The guards conducted him with strange looks. Vova checked his phone book. It was worth finding out something. Music played in the ears again - now it was Linlin Park in a cover of the same Radio Slippers. Vova went down to a large underground shopping center, went down to the first floor minus. Cyber ​​zone gleaming blue neon. Going inside, he faced nose to nose with Max.
- Oh! - he recoiled. - Vova ?! It will hurt.
Max rushed to hug.
- What are you doing here?
- We need to find out something - Vova gently embraced Max.
- And we play - Max waved somewhere in the ranks of computers. - How are you?
- Fine. Walking And how are you?
- Cool! - Max stepped closer. - You just do not have enough.

He retreated back. Oleg went to them. Vova looked in his direction. In the row from which Oleg was walking, Vova noticed also Vanya and Sasha.
- Oh, hi! - Oleg greeted. - you to us?
Oleg looked at Vova with some hope or something.
- No, I accidentally stumbled upon you here. I went in the net why search.
- Aah - Oleg became a bit sad. - What are you listening?
He reached for his headphones and listened.
- Oh really?!
- What is it? - Max is also interested.
- Listen yourself.
- Give me that! - Max ceremoniously pulled off the head with Vovinoy head. - Is that a joke?

He looked suspiciously at Vova. Vova felt uncomfortable with this look.
- No, well, what is it? - Max was coming.
- Music is simple - Vova retreated a step.
- No, it's not easy - Max still came up. “This is the Seven nation army.” By the way, the main theme of Battlefield 1.
- Well, this is a band, radio Slippers. They do covers. I listened, I liked it - Vova still retreated.
Max finally noticed that Vova is backing away.
- Hey, what are you doing? Scared? - in one jump he overcame Vovin's departure and took Vova by the shoulders.
- What is going on here? Who is it? - A girl with turquoise hair in big gaming headphones came up.
- Meet Marina. This is our mutual friend - Vova. And this Marina is our combat friend.
- Well, hello - she said.
“Hello,” Vova replied in reply.

Marina was tall, but very thin. Also, these dyed hair. Vova did not like her.
- What are you pushing him? - Meanwhile Marina attacked Max.
- Yes, I do nothing at all - Max let Vova go. - On better, listen.
He gave her Vovina headphones. Marina listened carefully.
- Temka from battles, but in a cover and a version of performance - she murmured. - What is it?
- Radio Tapok - Vova accepted the role of the bunny in the company of wolves.
- Come see. Take him with you?
- Yes! - Max went to the administrator.
Oleg dragged Vova by the hand to their places. Sasha and Vanya also welcomed Vova.

- And Julia is not? - Sasha asked a little disappointedly.
- She is on the south, will return soon.
- Oh well, tell her hello.
- Let's sit down for this one - Max returned and showed Vova to the comp loaded next to their group.
- And you are quite a useful person - Marina turned to Vova. - Guys, they have a lot of interesting things.
- Thank you - Vova answered, but Marina has already lost interest in him.
Gamers go deep into the gameplay. Vova found and looked, all that was needed.
- Max! He called.
- Yes? - Max broke away from the game.
- I finished.
- Wait a bit?
- Yes.
- Okay.
Another half an hour Vova watched as Max and the others finish the rounds.
- Well, let's go - Max is finally free.
- Good luck! Until! - the rest of the gang responded motley.
- Come back with new music - Marina rocked in the chair.

Vova and Max left the club.
- Hungry? Can I feed you?
- In terms of?
- Food. What are you thinking about?
- Oh, no, thanks, I ate recently.
- It's a pity. I would love to pay for your lunch.
- Max, I'm not a hamster to feed me - Vova laughed.
Max supported his laughter a second later.
- No, of course not a hamster. You are my kitty.
Max leaned forward, clearly intending to get close and rub his nose on Vovin’s nose.

- Public place - Vova put his hands in front of him.
“Yes,” Max retreated in embarrassment. - But on Saturday, I will win.
He rubbed his palms in anticipation.
- Okay, Tigrik, be healthy.
- So just go away?
- Well yes. I take advantage of the fact that tigers are not so dangerous in humans.
- Oh, I'm dangerous and very much so.
- Here and go bite Marina - Vova dodged the clawed lunge of Maksov's hand.

Vova climbed the stairs. Max was returning to the club. In the ears played a cover Radioactive on Imagine Dragons. The walk was definitely a success. Vova is a VIP call for an elite taxi. It was time and the honor to know. The phone snapped a response SMS from a taxi - the same 600th was near the Arena, just near the exit from the subway. The way home was shorter.

(Author's note)
Just a small intermediate piece of Vovinoy life, without porn moments, but with spice, funny situations and biographies of the city and people around him.

(Author's Note 2)
Radio Tapok is a real-life band, making great covers on a bunch of various very famous hits. Fans of non-standard music, or looking for something new - I advise you to look and listen.