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Pavel Lavrentiev sat in his office and looked at his phone screen, where a notification from yet another microcredit service...

Larisa Cherdantseva was lying on the couch, wrapped in a warm blanket, and looking out the window at the autumn...

“Come on, Katyush, don’t be so stubborn. You look terribly pale, honestly.” Zhanna’s voice was as enveloping as warm, sticky...