What connection do you have to this house?” Marina asked her husband. “And yes, I blocked the card. Your taxi is waiting.”
Good Lord, Dmitry, please stop grumbling. We’re almost there. Look, the sea is already sparkling,” Marina said softly, almost pleadingly, touching her husband’s elbow. Dmitry wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead and grimaced irritably into the taxi’s rearview mirror, as if the driver were to blame for the thirty-degree heat. “‘Almost’ doesn’t count, […]
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