Miroslava

I put on a black turtleneck, a black short leather skirt with studs, black stockings, lace-up rough boots and a leather jacket, in my pocket my phone, card and cash. She tinted her eyelashes a little, pulled her hair into a ponytail. Gleb mumbles with displeasure that the skirt is too short, that everyone will just stare at me. Well, let them stare, I'm not going to build eyes on anyone and give him a reason for jealousy. We need to learn to trust each other, without trust there is no relationship. Jealousy will sooner or later kill any relationship.

Surprisingly, I trust Gleb like no one else, I'm...