Dyubarev still spinning around. Sometimes I leave him to spend the night, and allows you to do with him whatever he wants. The morning after the night I always feel disgusting. "Selling, lustful creature!" - I say to myself, and that's the most innocent expression which I can be awarded. I do not like Roman. When he hugs and kisses me, I understand it very clearly, but still give him credit for those moments of bliss when in complete detachment from reality can imagine that was floating in the sky to the other. And what else? I have no other! Even Andrew has not come to me in a dream.