Chapter 8

– Yes, what happened? – in turn, surprised Olga.

It seems to look good. With a quick glance in the mirror between the shelves, she found that everything was fine. Lipstick and mascara didn't smudge. Hair lies in lush waves. Denim "walking" dress and unbuttoned blue leather trench coat to her face. Handbag in tone, like ankle boots. Perfect! True, in heels she is a head taller than Marchenko, but this did not bother her.

“But you…

– Ah! You about it.

Most likely, rumors that she was abandoned have already spread at work. Probably, the woman thought that the press secretary had cried her eyes out, and...