Keep up the good work, and we will return to the registry office, where I will marry you.

“Then you will live long, yes. But is it happy? – I squinted. - I can't promise.

“Let's wait and see, but for now,” he put his hand on the huge wooden door. - I'll show you the house.

“Let me guess—there’s a bunch of stuffed animals, Native American-style rugs, and a big fireplace?” I raised an eyebrow and boldly stepped forward.

– How to know.He pushed the heavy door, and we went out onto the terrace, fenced with a large saw cut border. Overhead, a canopy supported by brightly painted columns...