Stories Yet To Be Told

“Mmm.. Tempting. Make it a new, super expensive and rare plant with a couple of rare seeds and the money and then I’m sold”.

The reality is that Ivakir always tries to smash the glass imperceptibly every time she runs out of money, or to thrust her hand into the hole, where it always gets stuck.

“Hush! Or I will make of you a dummy and put you in the living room!”

Now they can be drunk and sexy with ✨  gorgeous hair  ✨

Sokol joined the club too!

“Oh, and what should I tell them?! My friend tried to get rid of the voice in his head, so he decided to cut his neck? THEY WON’T BELIEVE ME AND I DON’T WANT TO GET INTO JAIL BECAUSE OF YOU!”

“I haven’t heard that name for years,” the woman answered, taking a sip of wine, and then lifting the glass slightly and bringing it to the light, as if something could float there. It was a very tasty wine, so she took another sip. “Once he was a sugar of my heart, a light in my window, a moon for my sun, and then…” She sighed and brought the handkerchief to her cheek. “I would give him my favorite alcohol, but of course I will not do it, and he, I think, knows why.”