The loud position brought him an addition to a salary of one and a half thousand a month. A badge with a golden stone and a conceit the size of an airship. What other dynastic marriage? Oksana leaned the thigh about the countertop, looking at the relative with interest.
Have you forgotten that your cardboard prince is actually married to me? Three years as?
“Oh, don’t laugh at me,” Larisa Nikolaevna waved off, opening the refrigerator and squeamishly inspecting its contents. “Your marriage is a mistake of youth.”
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What can you give him? You’re sitting in your city archive, digging in dusty papers. The salary is a penny, and Maxim is now the head. He is granted a secured woman with ties.
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Valechka promised to help him with his career. Well, you’re a girl with understanding. Go to the bedroom, don’t shine.
“I’ll meet the guests myself, only on the table.” Oksana wanted to laugh in the voice. Her work in the archive was her outlet.
