I won’t take you there, there will be decent people, not your level,” my husband declared, unaware that I own the company where he works.
The mirror in the bedroom reflected a familiar scene: I was adjusting the folds of a modest gray dress that I had bought three years ago at an ordinary store. Dmitry stood nearby, fastening the cufflinks on his snow-white shirt — Italian, as he never tired of emphasizing at every opportunity. «Are you ready?» he […]
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