She Wolf
Already on the threshold, turning around, she asked:
- What color do you like?
“Green and blue,” she answered without hesitation.
Nodding, she left. I put another cup on the table and poured tea. At this time, voices were heard in the room, next to the kitchen, and they called me.
- Katyusha, meet me, my assistant - Liyushka.
I nodded.
- Nice to meet you.
Katyusha, "the girl," as Martha called her, was a woman in her forties. Dark blond hair, braided, pleasant face.
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