Sasha arrived 15 minutes later

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- How should I know? - Petrovich yelled. - It looks like curtains from your great-grandmother's house. But I'm not sure.

Lena, unwinding from the cocoon, suddenly fell to the floor.

- Are you hurt? You know, bruises don't make you look good. What are you looking for?

— I'm looking for material to make a chador.

- For what???

- Necessary!

Petrovich had known the girl for too long and knew her character traits well. Her entire state spoke of only one thing. Another admirer had appeared on the horizon.

- Yes, yes, and yes again! I'm waiting for my chosen one! - the girl said proudly after her father unobtrusively brought her to clean water over evening tea.

- Uh-huh! And who is he? Where did you meet? At school? At a cafe? Or where?

- What do you mean where? On a social network, of course! And don't even think about trying to talk me out of it or scaring me with stupid things like a harem with 999 seats and the need to study 1001 fairy tales! It won't work!

"Well... Maybe I'm actually a tightwad and a loner and just don't want to let her go? Maybe she's a good person and I'm wasting my time here with gloomy thoughts? Let them be happy."

Then the mobile phone rang.

- Hello, Petrovich! This is Sasha, your system administrator. You asked to look at your laptop.

- Yes, Sasha! Come, I have something to ask you. Urgent!


- Hi, Sasha, do you have a social media page?

- Of course. And not just one. I understand that you are not interested in my page.

- Certainly!

Two hours passed and a page of a young, charming egypt mobile database girl appeared on the Internet.

After this, the two conspirators went to visit Lena's chosen one. The southern young man did not keep them waiting long - letters flew one after another. And their text exactly repeated what was written to Lena.

- What a bastard. He writes the same thing to everyone. A template, and no individual approach. A fucking prince. How can I show her this? - Petrovich shook his head, - she'll be upset.

But Sasha had already sent screenshots to Lena by email. He was a fan of radical measures.

Petrovich went to bed with a nasty feeling inside.