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The golden cigarette case, another gift from Boris, who had come to terms with my bad habit, strove to slip out of his sweaty palm.

While I was getting ready, the car warmed up in the sun and from the heat of the leather seats, and even the air conditioner turned on by Alyosha did not save the heated roof with the sunroof tightly closed.

Even Astakhov, summoned by Boris to guard me, was forced to part with his motorcycle jacket and holster, putting his pistols in the belt of his jeans and hiding the silencers in his pocket.

Alyosha now and then looked askance at how they bulged out, and with all his appearance showed dissatisfaction not only with his presence in the front passenger seat, but with his presence in general.

Every now and then I straightened a pale lemon dress with a rather open neckline that stuck to my damp body. When I chose it, I did not take into account that due to the thinness of the fabric I would have to wear a bra under it and, just thanks to the latter, the nec