Okay, cut your vegetables, only, for God’s sake, take this creepy apron in the flower when the guests come in. Don’t embarrass my son.
Slamming the front door…
This was the culprit of the celebration. Maxim swam into the apartment, stepping as if under his feet spread the red carpet. Those very shoes from the skin of the ostrich were squeaking on the parquet.
In his hands he squeezed the expensive leather portfolio. The gift of Oksana for the last New Year. The portfolio was completely empty.
Maxim wore a container with sandwiches, but now kept it as if the keys to the palace were lying inside.
“Mamul!” he thundered bass, who usually used only to call the cat. “I met Valentina Sergeyevna and Sofia below.”
They’re parking their SUV. Oksana, quickly organize a table in the living room. We need to discuss serious financial flows.
Oksana nodded silently. Inside, she woke up the instinct of the researcher. She became hellishly curious, to what extent absurdity this circus-shapito can reach…
