Rebecca quickly closed the door.
That bastard! Going to still crank out little business without me. Will not work! Still, I've got a guardian angel-that helps me ... or I was born under a lucky star. It was good that I could hear the conversation.
Again she opened the door and shouted:
- Alex, be a man, give me shampoo. It lies in a suitcase.
After a moment in her face there was a hand with a bottle.
- Thank you, - said Rebecca, trying to be as polite as possible, although it is she, in the light of previous events, it turned bad.
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