Ты если хорошую оценку хочешь, мне лучше особо не доверяй

Now by the wheel of his new car he was driving to the James' restau­rant. He liked driving through London late at night when the roads were clear of traffic and he didn't have to be careful or afraid of an accident.
Barry climbed from out the car. "Come on, and have a drink," James invited. Barry followed him rapidly . It was a warm, smoky place that smelt of rich cigars and perfume. One could run into all kinds of famous people there. Barry stared at each of the women-diners as he walked to a place through the bar which James had pointed before.