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– I warned you, – I snapped before leaving the room.

I wanted to go to my room, but instead I went downstairs. The night was coming to an end, the window was gradually getting lighter. Entering the kitchen, I warmed up the remaining coffee in the Turk and poured it into a cup. Added two tablespoons of sugar. Really great coffee…

– Yes, – I heard a clear, girlish voice with an Italian accent. – No, Mom… No! Mom! I’m fine… Yes… Listen! Yes, listen! If you don’t stop, I’ll hang up… Mom!

Judging by the fact that the voice became quieter, Marika moved away from the door. But I still distinctly heard everything she said. From time to time she switched to Italian, then back to Russian, and sometimes even mixed languages. Heck! But her voice turns me on, her way of speaking. I imagined how she gesticulates animatedly, how her nostrils flare, her eyes shine…

– Here you are, – he gritted through his teeth and, putting aside the unfinished coffee, went to the refrigerator, but did not open it. He took a baguette lying nearby on the countertop and bit off a crispy crust.