“Rodya, I feel really awful…” Galia said, clutching her stomach the moment she stepped into the sanatorium room.

“Rodya, I don’t feel well…” Galya had barely stepped over the threshold of their room at the sanatorium when she clutched her stomach. “It’s all because of that cheburek you bought at the station!” She threw down her suitcase and immediately disappeared into the bathroom. “But you were the one complaining, ‘I’m starving to death, […]

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