The cleaner asked the boss to take the expired food. He tracked where she was carrying the huge bags of food.
Arcady Petrovich absentmindedly drew crosses in his diary, trying to turn them into some kind of pattern. His soul felt empty and gloomy. From his laptop screen, the sad eyes of his dog, a Ca de Bou, stared back at him—a gift from his best friend Andrey who had left to serve in the Far […]
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