— Glashka, do you want to get married?
— Glashka, do you want to get married? — Are you planning to marry me? — Glafira snapped, brushing off the hand of the cheeky Mishka Zotkin. He just laughed loudly, grinning broadly, clearly showing his interest in her voluptuous figure. — So, you agree? — Mishka tried to come closer again. — Let’s go […]
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