“What is all this between you and my father?”
“Ask him.”
“Tell me! Immediately!”
“I’ll tell you… But are you ready to hear the truth?”
“Of course I am!”
“And you’re ready to pay for it?”
“Pay? With money?”
“Do you think I need money?”
“Then…”—it dawns on her, her face turns pink, covered in spots. “You’re simply disgusting! How can you even suggest this!”
“Lusha, I meant my T-shirt. Didn’t you throw it away?”
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The story of Seryozha Samsonov!”