A new puff, but now the hands betrayed, clearly giving out a tremble. Pasha noticed this. Bitch. I couldn't help noticing. Nearby was a bastard who noticed the details of all the details.

She stepped back and walked over to the coffee machine. With her free hand, she gently took the cup and raised it to her lips. The steam of the drink immediately doused the face with heat, at the same time making it possible to enjoy the aroma of coffee.

The impression was drawn that the last aroma of coffee in my life.

She stupidly delayed time, not really understanding why Pasha did not leave. And the look...