Local internet chat rooms. Perhaps ominously hint to not touch my wife. Opened the door she asks.
- Come quickly, – she whispered conspiratorially, – Victor went with friends to booze, and we’re now … sit in the kitchen.
The last words she obviously changed only for the sake of propriety. Dressed and dyed Sveta was as if gathered in a nightclub or a chic restaurant.
Dark shadows around the eyes gave her little child face a certain charm and mystery. Local internet chat rooms.