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Boris was in a bright silk robe, for some reason I do not like robes.
Oh well. And Sasha’s something to be seen. But at home. Only saw a glimpse of a shadow in the kitchen through the pocked glass.
We sit in a low deep gray chairs in an empty, not yet furnished room. Between us serving table with a bottle of “Enessi” and a box of chocolates.
Out of politeness, sip a couple of sips. Boris clearly pinched, bound. He fiddles with his glass, which devastated one gulp, finally speaks, his head down, not looking at me.
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