A brunette with a large cutout on her chest, all in crow feathers, some kind of amulets - a witch, in a word. The voice is so charming. Wasp waist. I don't know what to say anymore.

- It's clear. Our boss leaned back in his chair, relaxed.

There was an oppressive silence, and I only heard Irina grinding her teeth in anger.

“And taught you something in two weeks?” I asked.

- Not. She came yesterday and warned us to be careful. Today is my last day of work, I wanted to get out of the city tomorrow.

“I wouldn’t have time,” Lana noticed, “in a couple of hours,...