“Return the keys. This is my apartment, and I decide who shows up here and when. Without calling first, you’re an intrusion, not guests,” Lena demanded.
— Did you really give her the keys? To my apartment? Anton, just say yes or no, without that “well, listen” of yours. Anton stood barefoot in the middle of the hallway, wearing stretched-out house pants, with the face of a man who had not been woken up on a Sunday morning, but summoned to […]
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