But the car finally stopped at the home of a long panel, which, at best, resembled a dormitory fire school. All disembarked and went into the hall, smelling of bleach and dirty rags.
Nastia bit her lip and prayed to the heavens for that all it was a joke.
- Sixth floor, number six hundred and sixth - manager threw the key on the counter.
Bespectacled cobra handed Nastya a key, which took him two fingers and looked at him with disgust.
- Well, we'll pick on you tomorrow morning - said the Aquatic prodyusersha, and the trio quickly withdrew.
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