At the same
steel elevator she rose to the eighth floor, noting "that the steel wall
was scratched a single swear word."Who lives here? - She thought with
horror, russian girls in uniform. - It's true people of the future, ripen in
silence, purity and tranquility. "With the same sense it is, russian girls
pay site, thought her fiance lives here. Contrary to these expectations, Andrew
met her sick and broken. Tired, haggard and a little reminiscent of the people
of the future, creatures without fear or reproach.- Headache, - he complained -
literally hurts.
- drink?-
Though you what to do, just bound in a steel hoop.- Mom said that when a
headache, it is necessary to drink strong, hot tea is very, very sweet.- You
know, I do not drink sweet tea, and even more hot.- I have a headache, too, -
she answered, russian girls live, - torment together. She noticed that Andrew
glad her arrival, but somehow so glad they are just barely parted and there met
again.In the old days it could unspeakably happy. Now it is alarmed. And why -
it was not clear. This made Natasha, russian girls naughty, strain, and figure,
in spite of fatigue, how much time passed since their last meeting.
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