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– Hi, my friend, are you going to Sophia again?

– Well, of course. She is the sweetest here.

– Go quickly, before they intercept. Good girl. I wish my wife was the same.

He opened the door for me. Heavy oak.. Inside is light and pleasantly smells of cinnamon. Madame Gloria sits at the entrance. The owner of this establishment. Elf in a stunning figure. Beautiful black hair and a candy body. Clients are sitting at tables nearby waiting for their ladies to be free. They drink kvass, talk with other ladies. Fun atmosphere here. The best place to forget that there is a war going on. How nice it smells. The ladies smiled when they saw me. I am a frequent visitor here.

– About what client. Mr Yang himself.

Gloria came over and hugged me. Kissed her on the cheek. A lipstick mark will remain. So she marks those who entered by invitation. I’d give a month’s salary for a night with her. But the old woman stopped working long before I was born. She was married and everyone knew it. But everyone wanted her. She is already one thousand one hundred and two years old. Although she hides her age. But I heard the ladies whispering in the toilet. I wouldn’t believe it myself.