- Kristina. Part 1
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- Kristina. Part 3
- Kristina. Part 4
- Kristina. Part 5
- Kristina. Part 6
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The sms signal sounded, and Christine jumped up in dismay on the bed, looking around. She barely opened her eyes, rubbed her face with her palms, and, squinting, tried to recall what had happened. Fascinatingly beautiful bedroom pressed on all sides with the gloom and monumentality of the interior. There was something mysteriously frightening and at the same time excitingly sentimental in all this pretentiously luxurious gothic. Heavy burgundy curtains of one window ...
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