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– Nothing. – She placed her hand over mine. Squeezed. I intercepted her, stepped back and forced her to turn around.

– Nothing? looking into her face.

– Nothing, – she hissed. Withdrew her hand. Her chest rose as she breathed in, her breath tickling my skin. I don’t know if she understood the danger she was in. Must be yes.

– I wash my own dishes, – she breathed and hurried to clean up.

In the morning Denis looked like a devil at all. Disheveled and crumpled, he muttered something through his teeth and grimaced as soon as Marika turned on the coffee grinder, just like at night.

– Get that woman out of here, – he hissed, his eyes flashing angrily. Apparently, drunk the day before made itself felt.

Marika looked at him, the hum of the coffee grinder seemed to get even louder, and Dan swore.

The day was scheduled almost to the minute: to sign papers, call at the bank and discuss the opening of a new account, personally supervise the work of the fire safety inspector in one of the casinos. In addition, in the evening I was supposed to appear in one of Emil’s clubs and, alas, not at all for my own pleasure. One boss from the administration started a banquet in honor of his own anniversary. It would be possible to ignore the invitation, but you never know… Who knows when connections may be required.