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Early morning. The air conditioning system pumped cool ionized air into the room with a light aroma of wood.
For Alyona, the day began with a knock at the door, she opened her eyes quickly, looked around, found a white velvet robe with the boarding house logo and quickly threw her naked body, tied a knot in her belt, ran to the door and looked through the peephole.
But for Kostya, the day would not have started better at all, his head was splitting, his eyes were cut by a bright light, all he could do was to crawl under a blanket with a groan ...
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For Alyona, the day began with a knock at the door, she opened her eyes quickly, looked around, found a white velvet robe with the boarding house logo and quickly threw her naked body, tied a knot in her belt, ran to the door and looked through the peephole.
But for Kostya, the day would not have started better at all, his head was splitting, his eyes were cut by a bright light, all he could do was to crawl under a blanket with a groan ...
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A long time ago, last week, it seems I came across a miniature diary that fell under a bench in an autumn park, made of rather strange skin. He was used up almost completely, obviously with a fountain pen and a pedant. Perhaps read a couple of first pages.
Somehow, in one room of five Stalin, Alena and Kostya lived, they were married for seven years and they had a beautiful daughter and a clever girl, seven-year-old Irishka. She had an independent girl and more than once she went to an elite camp or to her grandfather ...
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Somehow, in one room of five Stalin, Alena and Kostya lived, they were married for seven years and they had a beautiful daughter and a clever girl, seven-year-old Irishka. She had an independent girl and more than once she went to an elite camp or to her grandfather ...
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