Sergey V. smiled, then picked up his coffee cup and took a sip.
- It's not me, - he said after a pause. - Because if, Eve, it was me, you would be out of my hands were turned out not.
Even Ershovoy dark skin could not hide a thick blush, zalivshego her cheeks. Jealousy over Ryazantsev and his secretary Bulkin strangely vanished from her heart.
Okolelov terribly tired and iznervnichalsya. Not only is it the evening was wound back home for his gun, and then raced in the "Spring hedgehog", not only that the three o'clock and then went round and round sculptures, depicting a skier, so more and Lily Stepanovna Kulibina not shown to him, the owner of the agency funeral services , no respect.
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