He’s from the factory—wearing torn gloves and making 25,000. She’s a tycoon’s daughter—in diamonds, arriving by private helicopter. When he confessed his love, the whole town laughed…
Sergey sat on an old wooden bench in the very heart of the park, watching as autumn leaves—crimson and gold—whirled in the cool air like dancing couples at a forgotten ball. Gusts of wind would catch them, lift them up, and then let them drift gently down onto the damp ground, forming a soft, rustling […]
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