The prison warden begged an inmate to babysit his son. She sang the boy a strangely familiar song.
Vasily Sergeyevich, sitting in his office, heard the insistent ringing of his mobile phone coming from the inner pocket of his jacket for the third time. He was beginning to lose patience—the meeting was dragging on, questions were piling up, and the ringing just wouldn’t stop. Finally, realizing that the call was probably not work-related, […]
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