I expected an angry pounding on the front door, an angry stomping on the rug and shouting loud phrases, but there was absolute silence on the landing. Since I ran away to the opposite wall of the corridor, now I crept up to the peephole with snail's steps, overcoming the distance by a centimeter, and every second I expected a battering ram at the door.

Nobody! Empty!

But I was afraid to go out onto the site: suddenly I hid around the corner and was waiting for a minute of reprisal? Still, I'm famously boss ... a ride!

She pressed her ear to the door and froze for about five...