A girl stood in the doorway. The first thing that caught my eye was a tear-stained face, the second – an old, without exaggeration, rare car standing crookedly on the side of the road, although in a very decent external condition, and the third-a girl's strangely clenched hand.
– Hello, something is wrong with the car, I need help, – said the girl and opened her hand. Several fingers of her hand were covered in blood.
"Please come in," Ivanich let her in, after a cursory assessment of the situation in the courtyard of the guest house.
***
Ivanich's car rolled off the road to a safe place in his parking lot. The girl's hand was carefully treated, several fingers were covered with a Band-Aid, fortunately the wounds were not terrible. The boiling kettle was very useful, it just did not have time to cool down yet.
– I…, I'm sorry, – gradually moving away from the state of shock, the girl said, sipping a sip of green tea, and putting the phone aside after making several unsuccessful calls-I am very grateful for your help. I still have a long way to go, but I don't know what to do right now. The car suddenly stalled, having previously released several "death" convulsions. I only have money for gas stations and just a little bit for a snack. I'll finish my tea and go back to my car. There I will already call someone, decide something… I don't know, in general, but something needs to be done. I'll think of something… I hope.
"Don't worry. Get some rest from the road. Put your thoughts in order, I'm not driving you away, " Ivanich replied amiably. – If you don't want to tell me anything, I won't torture you." Make yourself at home. As long as it takes – as long as you stay. The place is there, it's raining outside, and the forecast as I heard for these couple of days is not at all optimistic. Get some rest. If you need me, you will find me upstairs, my door is number eight, by the way, we will be familiar-Ivanich.
The man extended a friendly hand for a gesture of familiarity.
"Ivanitch?" – the girl held out her injured hand in response , – and the name?
"Everyone here calls me Ivanitch. I'm used to it already, so let it be.
The girl showed confusion on her face, but shook hands and introduced herself in response:
– Alina.
"That's nice," Ivanitch winked, carefully holding the girl's hand, then released her and went upstairs to his room.