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– I was passing through the neighborhood,” I say the first thing that comes to mind. – I figured since we’ve been sparring in the media for a while now, why not introduce ourselves in person.

– At midnight! – Margarita smiles toxically. – Your insolent lies are even more ridiculous than your broom and your visit and your whole presence under the same roof as those you are about to throw out into the street. You can sneer all you like, dancing a jig on the graves of your enemies, Mr. Twigson, but this time you will hear my heels tapping on your coffin lid. And if you don’t get out immediately, I swear it will happen in the very near future.

She’s just… gorgeous.

Even in those simple loose jeans and a baggy sweater, looking more like a scarecrow, Margarita Sheremetjeva somehow sparkles before my sophisticated eyes like the most luxurious diamond. What kind of magic is this? Why does it come from a human woman? And, most importantly, why does it have such an effect on me!

And finally, while I’m trying to figure out how best to pass the stalled half-conversation, Mrs. Sheremetjeva takes off her silly cap, threads her fingers through her long brown hair and… just shakes it. This is what all the owners of long hair, when they want to get hair in order. But I have to do my best not to rake this snake in an armful of it and run my fingers through its thick hair and check with my tongue to see if it has poisoned teeth in its mouth.