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– Elderly? – Nana and I ask in unison, and Aurora defiantly winces, as if she is not going to listen to our arguments against.

– Listen. Nana brushes her off and looks back at me. Excitement in her eyes does not bode well. She obviously will not put an end to this conversation just like that. You’re being so negative about him for no reason. Incidentally, before that stripper scandal, Shad’Far had a stellar reputation as a true man, a responsible businessman, and a rather sharp-toothed shark.

– That’s all great, but what have I got to do with it? – I break off a large piece of honey cake with a spoon and send it to my mouth, making a mental notch to “work out” this weakness on an evening jog. – I, you know, do not care deeply what he did for others, because personally I have only problems around him. And this, – I point my finger at the TV screen, on which our photograph is still hanging, – is just one of them.

I was ready for the fact that these photos, sooner or later, but they will definitely pop up somewhere. Lunar’s bride certainly did not give the impression of an adequate and able to soberly assess the situation of a woman. And the more I then twisted that conversation in my head, the more I regretted two things – that I didn’t pour my hot coffee on her head and that I didn’t come to the meeting with the voice recorder turned on. It wouldn’t have saved my reputation, but at least I got moral compensation when, a couple of days later, this weirdo with multi-colored dreadlocks would have sucked on every threat of the damn moon in the same way.