“So we raised a few toasts to her freedom. She vowed that she would no longer mess with rich assholes and she needed a good simple guy who would take care of her ... And I, finally, plucking up the courage, said that here I am, your good guy. Love me ... rubbish!

- As you probably guessed, I did not achieve the desired effect. Instead of throwing herself on my neck, she started laughing! - Yegor's words and eyes felt pain, but if he was counting on some kind of sympathy on my part, then the guy was clearly delirious. - She, her mother, began to laugh! And, perhaps,...