“Vicky, what the hell are you saying?” I looked at the mother of my children in pure suffering. “Have you two completely lost all sense of self-preservation here?!”“…I need to pee,” the golden‑haired menace muttered after a short pause, grimacing, as if we weren’t even standing there. She got up and, wobbling like a drunk penguin, shuffled toward the bathroom.“That’s what you get for not praying,” Nazar muttered vindictively, doing his best not to burst out laughing.“Damn, you’re kinda nice too,” Vicky’s friend suddenly said, giving my twin a slow, evaluating look. “Are you brothers or something?”Nazar did a facepalm, and I exhaled heavily, staring at the ceiling. Time for these two to end their little party.“Nazar, can you drive Marina home? The girls need to call it a night.”“Yeah, sure,” my brother snorted, agreeing, and tried to lift the blonde — which turned out to be far from simple.When it was just the two of us left in the apartment, Vicky emerged from the bathroom.“Ma
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