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Couples stretched indecently for a long time. Igor was already almost interested in the dusty and magnificent stucco molding on the ceiling of the audience, who remembered at least Stalin. It was more interesting to think about what was happening in the country when this huge and echoing building of the city university was going up than to listen and try to delve into the story about the influence of Roman law on other legal systems of the world. But even after the end of this torture, the torment will not end - it will sit voluntarily-forced ...
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The working day began as usual, already stretching rubber minutes in long hours. Artyom looked through the glass, covered with a thousand raindrops, as a faceless gray-shiny building attracted people dressed mostly in the dark. Most of them were hiding from the rain that had begun yesterday with an umbrella of inconspicuous colors, again most often black. Artyom looked at these umbrellas, under some of them several candidates for the role of his deputy are hiding. Works after the discovery of two new ...
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Oleg came to the garage in advance, drove his black classic SUV inside, covered the gate and lit a cigarette sitting on the footboard. Soon the Light will come, the instigator of all this disgrace. Usually they chose for their meetings the apartment of her friend on the outskirts, but at the moment she came from a regular business trip and the apartment was not available. Both were waiting at home, Oleg - the beautiful Julia with a cold heart, Sveta - a husband, a banker and an alcoholic in one person, Boris. There was nothing that pulled them ...
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Once I was traveling by train to Sochi, oddly enough for business, and not to rest. The authorities allocated a little more money for the ticket and I was content with CB. My companion apparently was not traveling from Moscow, but most likely from some Voronezh or Rostov, so I settled in a lordly compartment, quickly destroying several magazines and newspapers that had been prepared almost to the end of the journey. Then I realized how tired I had been for all the previous days, I looked a little out the window and went to bed only at 9 pm. In the middle of the night, I ...
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Sometimes you feel strange living in a modern house of 500 apartments. Something suggests that even with your neighbors you should be familiar, but for some reason it becomes stifling that you can be connected with quite random people. You know their face, you greet them, but you know almost nothing about them, and you don’t want to, in general. But no, you know that he has a problem with the mother-in-law (thin walls will not hide anything), another smokes half an hour in the bathroom after half an hour swearing in the kitchen ...
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Door fitting room closed. The store was almost empty, apart from a couple of vendors who were lazily preparing for closure. Artyom sat down on a stool in front of the door into which Lisa had entered. It was heard as a pile of hangers clinked on a metal rail. Heavy winter boots spread across the zipper, fell to the black glossy floor. This almost mirror floor and interested Artem. Now he sat down so that he saw everything that happens in the fitting room. Lisa pulled the sweater over her head, at the same time lifting her jersey, under ...
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Olga knocked gently on the door.Probably it was not necessary to knock, but the huge house itself inspired some kind of humility, the eyes themselves fell to the floor, revealing real Persian carpets there. A massive oak door opened. Olga knew that this was the office of the head of the family, a respectable man with a bald head and a pair of rings on thick fingers, from which it blew the nineties. Now, at his invitation, Olga will teach English to his son, Oleg, who was waiting for her now ...
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