Bogdan brushed off, lovingly polishing the chrome iron with a sleeve of a homemade sweatshirt.
- Come on, Oksan. Well, he wants my mom to show off in front of the money. Let it. I ordered fish in the Royal Catch. They’ll bring hot straight to the table. The courier with the terminal will arrive, pay in fact. There is a price tag, of course, biting, but what you won’t do for the sake of the mother.
“Let’s pay?” Oksana leaned back on the back of her chair, clutching her fingers into the lock. “You mean the most extra card to my account that you’re constantly carrying with you?”
Bogdan rolled his eyes, depicting the deadly fatigue of the unrecognized genius.
- Oksan, don’t start your accounting bagpipe. I’m a leader now, I have an image. I can’t save on these things. Tomorrow Lyudmila Stepanovna and Tamara Grigoryevna will come. They wil
-
She pressed the document save key and closed the laptop.
