I cracked the door open and stepped into Andrey’s apartment. Suddenly I heard a woman’s laughter. I froze. “By the way, normally you show me your new girls so I can approve them. But this time you didn’t even send a photo! Is she nice? Show her to me!” “Yeah, right… They went quiet for a moment. For some reason I didn’t leave. I don’t know what I was waiting for. “Well… nothing so bad,” she finally drawled, apparently looking at my photo. “Although she can’t compare to your ex, of course. What’s her name? Katya? I mean the busty one.” “Yes, Katya,” Andrey smirked. “And this one’s improved her chest too, and her nose could be a bit shorter. Legs can be straighter as well…” “Well… not everyone gets to be like you!” laughed my now-ex boyfriend.