— Is there nothing else?” Oleg grimaced when a plate of buckwheat porridge with two sausages was placed before him. “I don’t eat buckwheat. You know that, brother.
— Is there nothing else? — Oleg grimaced when a plate with buckwheat porridge and two sausages was placed in front of him. — I don’t eat buckwheat. You know that, brother. — What would you like me to cook? — Inna’s voice turned sharp. — Well… I’d like some meat, of course, but […]
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