Pavel turned toward the sound. In the right corner of the room, a skinny blonde stood out like a white spot in the darkness, in an oversized sweater.
“Who are you?” he drilled the stranger with a heavy look.
“Don’t you remember? Your friends sent me to you.”
“Which friends?” Pasha massaged his temples, trying to remember what happened yesterday.
Tikhonya showed up with his buddies. We drank to celebrate meeting. Remembered our youth. Drank again, and then everything was like in a fog. There were no women.
“I definitely don’t remember you!”
She hesitated. Her face went crimson.
“They gave you me as a gift...”
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He will save her from death and give her a happy future.
She will turn his cynical view of women upside down.
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The final book of the “Navazhdenie” cycle.