black wolf
"You won't deny that you know him..."
- I do not know! Michael snapped back at him. “And I wouldn't want to know. - The wolf continued in a calmer tone, drinking a glass of strong drink in one gulp. "My pack leader's daughter."
- Daughter! - Korotkov, in surprise, even forgot to take a sip from his glass, holding it by his face.
- Daughter, son, what's the difference! - Waving his hand, Mikhail answered, pretending to have made a mistake with a drunken eye.
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