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No matter how strange it may be, but just at that moment, at the first wave of my hand, a taxi taxis – and I easily jump into the back seat. But Shad’Far manages to insert his “five kopecks” here too – he shoves money into the taxi driver.

– Margo, I’m… really sorry, – I hear his muffled voice through the window, but I don’t even turn my head. – Please accept my most sincere apologies.

No need to immediately write me down as a bitch, or much worse.

I should have guessed that A’Lta wouldn’t just leave it all behind. In some things, she has always been, to put it mildly, very impulsive and self-willed. It is a pity that not in those that honor women and do not let a man get bored. Right, I can say, to some extent, they also arranged a gypsy with an exit, but this can hardly be called the most pleasant devilry that does not allow the fire of passion to go out in a relationship.

Fire of passion.

I am stomping on the threshold of the cafe, listening to my inner feelings, because if I had entered a minute ago, our dialogue with A’Lta would have been very short and in very raised tones. And no matter how angry this whole situation made me, it would be too unreasonable to arrange a quarrel with the bride in front of a couple of dozen influential Lunarians, having an already shattered rating behind them. Even if the dark side of my soul asks for just that.