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I nervously ran my fingers through my unusually short hair, polishing the shiny parquet in the living room with my bare feet in anticipation of the arrival of Grisha's mother.

The latter, comfortably seated on a huge sofa with pleasant red upholstery, tirelessly followed my movements, betraying nothing of the excitement that drove me crazy.

Four days. We waited for four whole days to move Nikita to an apartment, or rather a penthouse, which Grisha bought as soon as he found out that I was pregnant. With panoramic windows and a luxurious terrace, it occupied the entire top floor of an elite high-rise building, which had a helicopter landing pad on the roof.

It was possible to get into it only by overcoming the serious security post at the entrance to the closed courtyard and the second one on the ground floor, and then by the elevator, but only if you had an electronic card that allowed you to go up to the penthouse or received permission to even enter the courtyard at all.

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