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– I asked for your name, – I repeated so that it dawned on her: my questions should be answered the first time. Narrowed his eyes.

Her chest was small, she herself was thin, almost skinny. The skin is bronze, swarthy. Judging by the accent – either Italian or Spanish, you can’t tell the devil. But in Russian it’s the only way.

– Marika! she yelled, pulling her pants down. She undid the hook of her bra, tossed it over her blouse, and went back to her jeans. And the handles are shaking…

Well, exactly, a woman’s hysteria! Pulling off her jeans, she staggered and almost fell over, but still managed to stay on her feet. And he does get angry. I have never had Italians, but I have heard that they are still hot things. Easily catching jeans, I again walked over her eyes. And this is what she was going to impress me with?

So what is this circus?

– You brought me here so that I could work off Ivan’s debt? she said. Her bright blue eyes sparkled. – So here it is! I’m ready to work! Let’s! Turning sharply, she waved at the bed. The black hair that fell below the shoulder blades swayed in time with the movement. – What?! Do you think I didn’t get it?