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– Is there something… wrong? – I definitely took a bath, and despite my hipster look, I didn’t cheat on my favorite Coco by Chanel.

– You smell good, – he smiled and leaned forward, sucking in air next to my temple. – Is that cinnamon? And vanilla? Almond flakes?

– And a pinch of nutmeg, – I suggested, realizing once again how different these, god forbid, moonshiners are.

One of them almost got Kondratius from the smell of cinnamon today.

And the other sniffed me with the look of a sweet tooth, who had been on a strict diet for a year.

But the most ridiculous thing about all this is that I, Margarita Sheremetieva, a well-known activist against the dominance of moonbats in all spheres of human life, meet with one of them. And he’s also seven years younger than me.

– I got tickets to the movies, – my romantic lunnik shows me a couple of pieces of cardboard with the name of the most expected premiere of the season, and I manage to notice the time of the show – in twenty minutes exactly. If we hurry, we can still make it. – But you look so tired.