Steve undressed slowly and tipped the contents of the plastic bottle, which he did not forget to take with them. Still, he was tired, the main feature, in which he defined his fortune, served as a headache. Here and now in the whiskey as if someone drove a sharp needle. Desmond vigorously wielding a sponge and soon his powerful chest covered with curly hairs, hand inflated biceps, strong shapely legs were covered with shaggy snow-white foam. Athletic Steve would be the envy of any of those who each year training in expensive gyms. However, Desmond on their return could not afford much. With his hands, he got a fortune, but ... he has another mission. He slowly lit a cigar, pulled down on the hard, curly black gathered in a bun at the nape hair hat and headed for the water.