Okay, after all, tomorrow you can read the one that has already been written. And the second one... sometime next time, when I'm in the mood.

The next song ended, and a voice from the speakers warned: "Advertising on your Favorite radio."

Irina rolled her eyes, unplugged the radio, grabbed a cup of tea and a plate of sandwiches, and headed into the room.

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Two young men came out of the restaurant closed for special service and stopped near one of the parked foreign cars.

The shorter one with the haircut that looked like a springboard over a swimming pool pulled a lighter and a pack of cigarettes from...