“I bet you don’t let go of your phone?” - while drinking something and smacking his lips with relish, he was having fun in his earpiece, guessing.

And I really walked, tightly squeezing the phone in my hands, and constantly looked at him in anticipation that the display was about to light up and the number would light up. At least one of these two! They must take care of my loss when the torn feathers fall to the ground. It is so?

Or I again do not understand anything in men?

And then she suddenly woke up: Smolov is on my black list! And she drowned her nose in...