“Go to hell, Maxim. I'd rather lick a garbage can than agree to your divorce. I stick my middle finger in the brunette's face, eloquently showing the position.

Dating Max? With what such a fright? Has he beguiled the shores or imagined himself the arbiter of destinies? Yes, it doesn’t cost me anything to tell Sokol about everything, and then ... Write, it’s gone, Maksimka.

“Little one, why are you so brave?” You rush with loud words, you poke me like a fak. Maybe teach you how to behave properly? Max is looming over me intimidatingly, but it doesn't scare me. I look behind the brunette and see Oleg approaching...