"Snot," Galya threw at me when a month later we were drinking tea in my living room, as the garden of bagel sculptures was still "blooming" in the kitchen. It would be time to clean it up a long time ago, otherwise it was already covered with dust half a finger thick, but there was no time all the time. My schedule was so busy that even Uvarova was only able to calmly talk now. - I blew a wonderful chance to get rid of the ex once and for all. And with this Emma... You are too kind. Or indecisive.

- Why not? I'm a lawyer, and I believe...