and there's a postcard inside. please, uh-huh, all the best, thank you, hello, ulechka, hello, yes, hellome, mikhail petrovich? misha, olya, did something happen? irina, make us some coffee, please, it’s her, it’s her, your mistress, why did you get the idea, well , it was she who was in the hotel then, oh, well, we agreed not to bring up the past, i don’t i was going to, but someone sent me dry roses, thistles, another note congratulating me on a new life, who could have done this if not your mistress, okay, let's go, let's see what you have there... so, let's say, roses not dry at all, and it’s damn bad, i don’t see something, it’s not that bouquet, but that bouquet was in the package, i threw it away, the package and the card are somewhere... and what does this mean? misha, i don't understand. maybe you thought there was something wrong with the flowers? no, it didn't seem to me. there must be some reasonable explanation by now, baby. grandpa, mish, you never called me that. i didn’t call it, but now i call it. you're against it. the other day i came home, our door was open, i had a fe