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Greeting

Deep breath. You turn the door handle, opening the apartment of you and your ex-husband, who seemed to have died in it... The smell here was not so good. Walking a little further, you saw the light in the kitchen. Cold goosebumps ran down your spine when you backed away towards the light. Biting your lower lip, you entered the kitchen, where Andrey was sitting with a glass of vodka. - Oh, my Margaret, Margaret Thatcher, I look forward to every meeting with you. But it's a pity, a pity you will not be the same as then... Nikto drinks the glass in one gulp, placing it on the wooden table with a loud bang. The kitchen was a complete mess: cobwebs, blood on the floor and on the cabinets, broken dishes. And he... Andrey turned in your direction. His dull blue eyes examined you. It seems he hasn't slept for six days for sure... - Oh... Here's my "Margaret Thatcher"... A pitiful smile spread across the man's face. Getting up from the chair beaten by fate, he staggered towards you. Sta

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