Yes, stop! No more thought of him! I refuse to get on my nerves!

The soul demanded to go peddling. The energy of passion that Smolov awakened in me twisted in a tight lump in my chest and burned, demanding an exit. I wanted to get drunk to death, eat sweets and fly to another country at the same time.

Ignoring sidelong glances became more difficult, and I decided to pay a visit to the nearest clothing store. Fortunately, there is just a setevushka nearby, where you can pay with a card from your phone.

Fifteen minutes later she chose a casual fitted dress in bright yellow. I never chose...