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Svana gracefully stretched her delicate neck, imitating a swan and turning the swan pendant on her chest.

– And your parents were not mistaken. You are truly graceful, like a swan.

We were both pleasantly drunk and looked at each other with enthusiastic eyes and each was able to read the innermost desires in them.

– Where you stopped?

– In a student hostel.

– Poor men! Would you like to spend an amazing night at the Viru Hotel?

I immediately understood the meaning of her words. We were both drawn to each other uncontrollably. Well, I knew about the hotel "Viru", famous throughout the Soviet Union, from the enthusiastic stories of those lucky ones who had a chance to live there for at least a couple of days.

Still not sure that Svana wanted to spend the night with me, I asked carefully:

– And your parents won't worry if you are very late?

– And now I will call them and tell them that I am staying overnight with a friend. We actually live outside the city, in a private house. So they will understand me. Can you show me where you can call from?