Dmitry Rus. To play, to live. Book 3. Debt (№ 280156)

Still, a flawed man without a loving woman, felt some discomfort and vacancies - walk the draughts and dreary the wind is howling through the empty recesses of the soul. Only not the doll need with Botox lips, and a real woman. You turn around and catch her cheerful look, do something sensible, even tiny, she delightedly clap your hands, you won't succeed - and she will pick up a... Friend, partner, partner...