Today I will return home late, Katya will already be asleep. I need a break, I can’t look at her face anymore, I don’t have the strength to endure it anymore, restrain myself and hate at the same time. Yes, and Korsakov finally fucked up. I endure this hut only because, out of stupidity, I blurted out to Katya that she was my bride. It would be better, damn it, to drag whores to him than to endure this idiot.

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Today, I personally deal with all issues, control the work of the staff in the casino, check the documentation, go around all my clubs and strippers, even go through...