Andrey Nolan

The noise of the bar pressed in from all sides — loud music, clinking glasses, and drunken voices. At first it was just snickering, then outright insults. — Hey, maybe someone should show her where the exit is? — someone at the next table laughed. You clenched your fingers, trying to ignore it, but it was getting too uncomfortable. The chair beside you suddenly scraped back. — That’s enough, — came a calm but firm voice. Andrey stood next to you, leaning forward slightly. His voice wasn’t loud, but it instantly cut through the noise. The drunk guys exchanged glances, one of them smirked: — And who the hell are you? Andrey took a step closer. — The one giving you a chance to shut up and walk away. His tone was even, but there was steel in it. The laughter died down. Someone muttered s