When we drove up in a taxi to the hotel in Novosibirsk, exhausted, I already followed Maxim on the machine, rolling my suitcase behind me on wheels, he carried the second suitcase and his bag himself. Having taken the elevator to the fifth floor, we went to the room, where I froze in a stupor:- Is this my number or yours?- This is our number, Leah.- AND…- We are actually husband and wife, - turning away, he walked on. Having trampled at the entrance, she followed him into the room, where there was a sofa, a table, a couple of armchairs. Putting down her suitcase, she went into the second room, where there was one, but a wide bed with white swans made of towels. I have seen many of these in magazines. Stopping at the bedroom door, she shivered, hugging her shoulders.Yes, it seems that we really are husband and wife, but only on paper! And I was not ready for such a radical development of events, at least not yet.Leah, relax.Turning around, I saw that Maxim, having opened his bag
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