Irene met Herbert there. There were an unrest/riot in a center of city.
From the airport they drove by car to the city, Irene was driving.
"Can I have some accommodation?" Herbert asked.
"Don't worry, Maria-Cecilia runs a small hotel, not far from the center. There we can discuss our affairs," Irene answered.
They rode on in silence, Herbert stealing a glance at her profile. Then he looked at her hand on the gear stick.
The rest of the way he looked at the city, the city lived an ordinary life, and you can't say that there are riots in the city center.
Irene turned into a narrow street, and they arrived at a two-story hotel. There was nowhere to see the entrance to the parking, but Irena drove into the arch and after several masterful turns drove onto the iron platform and the platform lowered the car into a small underground parking.
They climbed up the narrow stairs directly to the reception hall. There was no one at the reception. But when Irene and Herbert approached the counter, a woman of 35-37 years old came out to them.
"Hello MC, the presidential suite, please," Irene said with a smile, nodding at Herbert.
MC handed Herbert the keys without looking at his ID, which he tried to show her.
"So young, but already with ID," she grinned friendly.Irene escorted Herbert to a room on the second floor.
"Get some rest, go downstairs to the cafe in the evening, Maria-Cecilia and I will be there," she told to him.***Herbert took a shower and lay down to rest. TV sparingly covered the events. Rioting townspeople burned bonfires in the square. The President of the Republic offered the heads of the rebels some unimportant positions in the government. It was visible insincerity. For the rebel leaders that proposals were frankly off topic. The meeting was clearly held for show that the parties are striving for peace. Everyone spokes inarticulate and sadly. Herbert fell asleep to the murmur of the TV.
***In the evening Herbert went down to the cafe. Maria-Cecilia was serving a hotel guest.
"And where is Irene?" Herbert asked her.
"Oh, she's already gone home," Maria-Cecilia replied and set the supper in front of him.
"I see your dwellers are very angry, are they going to burn witches?"
"We'll see, but this won't end well."