Around the corner of the Ministry, almost imperceptible, there is a small coffee shop. Zhenya smiled warmly at the barista girl and ordered two coffees. When I pulled out my wallet to pay for my cappuccino, he just grunted resentfully and paid for both of us.

“Yasya, you have such a gloomy face, as if Enikeeva cursed your entire family,” Zhenya said with a knowing smile when we sat down at a far table.

She blew me away with her force. Usually I don’t let myself be offended, I was taught in childhood to always defend my honor, but this idiot ... This is something. Mad woman.

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