And now, after this seemingly endless night, so nightmarish, she was sitting in the same kitchen-dining room again. And Yasha was making coffee for her in a copper pot, looking at her carefully. And it was as if nothing had happened.
"Sunny, what do you want for breakfast?" – Yasha asked. He was ready to do anything. And not just breakfast.
"Yasha, I don't want anything," Nastya's mood was naturally depressed.
"Sunshine, I wasn't joking about marriage at all – let's go right now and apply," he suggested, hugging her from behind and kissing the back of her neck.
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