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On the same day, the order to transfer Sergei Nikolayevich Shpilin to the position of Human Resources Manager of the Human Resources Department was signed by the General Director of the company. But in the morning of the next day, the employee transferred to the central office did not appear at the new workplace. Monika Vardanovna reasonably suggested that the amazing young man could have messed up something and gone to his former place of work, but he was not there either.Finding out the reasons for the absence of Shpilina Monika Vardanovna decided to postpone until 10 am.- Hello, this is the head of the personnel management department, my name is Monika Vardanovna. I would like to speak with Sergei Nikolaevich. Who am I talking to, please?- Hello, Monika Vardanovna. You are talking to Sergei Nikolayevich's wife and Natalya Andreevna. He won't be able to come to work today. But tomorrow will definitely be.- I hope nothing serious happened?- He's a little sick. Reworked yesterday
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Natalya slid down so low that she was almost lying in a chair. One of her legs, bent at the knee, broke out the armrest, and the other, like a heavy log, lay on Monika Vardanovna's back. Somewhere between her legs spread out in all directions was a head, paying her the debt of Sergey's boss. The very head of Monika Vardanovna was not visible, because she was under a black cloud of her tousled hair, which Natalya fluffed up, experiencing special pleasant sensations from their thick silkiness and wonderful smell.Natalia began to scream from the coming orgasm. Monika Vardanovna also screamed, but not from orgasm, but from panic caused by asphyxia. The screams she emitted remained in the womb, because her mouth was smeared into Natalya Andreevna's genitals.Finally, Natalya stopped pressing Monika Vardanovna's head on herself and relaxed her hands, which were tangled in her hair. With dull eyes, she watched the mop of hair between her legs stir. Freeing herself from her hands, Monika Var
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Inessa Rudolfovna stood in front of the door of the apartment in which she had once been and that was seven years ago.There was not much chance of finding a person with whom it was very important for her to talk. But it was still worth trying. For a while, she listened to the sounds, hoping for signs that someone was at home. Finally she pressed the call button.After standing for exactly one minute, she rang again and decided not to wait any longer, stepped onto the stairs. When she was already down to the platform, there was a click of the lock. The door was opened by a 35-year-old brown-haired woman of very pleasant appearance, with a noble-beautiful face, long straight hair and bangs falling over her eyes. Judging by how strictly and elegantly she was dressed, she had recently arrived or was about to go out somewhere. - Hello, sorry for the trouble, - Inessa Rudolfovna began, - it may seem a little strange, but I would like to see the person who lived here seven years ago. You a
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The cardinal sighed, got up and walked in circles along the linen walls. In motion and thoughts began to run faster. The way out of the mousetrap was found quickly, but the path to it promised to be thorny and long. If it can be passed at all. Moreover, the main role in the implementation of the plan belonged to other people whom Gaetano could not fully control. And the weakest, as well as the most important place was Lorenzo. Which time. The Inquisitor had been restless in recent months as he began to rely too heavily on his second in command, so close to being dependent on his own subordinate. Therefore, the cardinal pushed back and forth a little more, wondering if another solution to the problem would appear on the mental horizon. But - alas! - the original idea remained the only one.Time was against Gaetano, and he did not hesitate any longer.“Our only trump card is the Wolf Ruby,” the cardinal began preparations from afar. - If we get the artifact, then we will dictate the ter
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Vlad could not arrange his head so that it would hurt less. The prisoners were not supposed to have pillows, and through the skinny mattress all the unevenness of the soil and acorns were felt. In the end, the guy spat and sat down in Turkish, desperate to find a level place. Armand put his hand under the back of his head and whistled as he gazed at the cloth ceiling.What interesting things did you see there?"Shut up, I think," snapped the Frenchman.Offended by such a tone, Vlad answered the arrogant mercenary in a simple way, in Russian, mentioning his mother and other relatives. Contrary to expectations, Arman did not fall for a provocation and did not swear in response, but said in an icy voice:-Listen, you're here for the second week and still running around like a puppet on strings, which are pulled by everyone who is not lazy. All because you don't think. I'm not going to follow your lead.-What have you decided? – asked Vlad, instantly cooling down. The mercenary was right,
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The glade and the house looked exactly as it seemed to Arman from Vlad's story. Silence hung over the clearing in the forest, and it was not much brighter here than under the canopy of leaves. The clouds completely covered the sky, and a small, nasty rain sowed from above, climbing with cold fingers behind the scruff of the neck. Therefore, the Frenchman did not see the notorious grass silvering in the moonlight and the wolf luminary itself.The hut is old, rickety... If it were not for the reflection of the fire in the small window, it would seem like a long abandoned wreck. Considering that this was the first example of local architecture seen by Arman, there was no favorable impression of the world. “Does everyone here live like this? Or is it only those who hobnob with animals? For greater unity with nature, so to speak ... "The werewolf guide left them at the edge of the tree line, without stepping into the open space, disappeared, as if dissolving into the darkness, silently, l
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Cesare looked, to put it mildly, not in the best way, but to tell the truth, it was scary. A face with a huge bruise on the cheekbone, a trickle of blood caked under the nose. His shirt was in tatters, there was a shallow cut on his collarbone, and on his back there was a mark from a wolf's paw that had gone through with its claws. The matted hair almost covers the face. His hands are twisted behind his back, and a barely audible whisper escapes from his broken lips. At first, Vlad did not make out the words, and only listening, he realized that the boy, without ceasing to repeat prayers, reaches the end and starts again from the beginning, and so continuously."Cesare," he called cautiously.No effect. The archer didn't even look up, the mumbling didn't stop. Vlad slightly shook the boy by the shoulder and said louder:-Cesare!The young man tossed his head, looked so that goosebumps passed over the skin - so much pain and approaching madness shone in his eyes. The endless prayer sto
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They walked through the oak forest for the third day. From time to time they deviated to the side, but, having heard a mournful howl, they corrected the route. Somehow the responsibilities were assigned. Cesare and Vlad took turns shooting at the birds for food. In the best of times, the boy would have coped alone, but now, with a not quite capable left hand, it was inconvenient for him to pull the bowstring, the arrows quite often went “into the milk” and they had to be searched for a long time. Arman was cooking game on a fire lit by common efforts. The mercenary was slowly mastering the difficult art of using flint and flint. At night, they took turns standing on the clock. No one wondered why this was necessary, because there was no third-party danger, but it was more familiar and calmer.And oddly enough, there were no more conflicts. It is not clear why this happened, but although neither of the men had any special positive feelings towards the other two, nevertheless, quite sta
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