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– Oh mio Dio (Oh my God – translated from Italian)! – again glancing at the door of the room, I whispered, realizing that it would be very appropriate to collapse into a faint now. But fainting has never been my forte.

She exhaled and, like an idiot, turned to that Max, who was still leaning on the jamb of the bathroom.

– Wow…

Ignoring the sophisticated coffee machine, I found a cezve in the kitchen cabinet and began to grind coffee. My mother is from Russia, but I got only bright blue eyes from her, otherwise I went to my father – a purebred Italian. In everything related to cooking, he did not tolerate haste, and even brewing coffee…

– Turn that damn thing off! – the second Max barked as soon as I turned on the coffee grinder.

Ignoring him, I ground the coffee and poured it into the cezve. The pleasant aroma of freshly ground grains wafted through the kitchen. Again I remembered our house, parents…

She glanced at the men at the table. They were like two drops of water, except that the second was even darker than the first. Apparently, something happened to him. Either the wife cheated, or the girl left… I could not figure it out. I expected Max to tell me to go to my room and not show up, but instead he ordered strong coffee to be brewed.