Damn it, that girl!
She burst into my office with the same brazen disregard with which she’s used to walking through life.
— Kirill Andreevich, good day! — the insolent little minx smiled widely.
It was a good day… until some monstrous misfortune fell upon it…
Small and delicate, like a porcelain doll. Only now I know how deceptive appearances can be. In her gentle angelic guise there’s meekness and submission, but in her pitch-black eyes devils are ripping out rock-and-roll.
Why is she here again? I don’t even dare to make assumptions and I patiently wait for shitty news…