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“No more than three drops per hundred grams of fluid,” she instructed Sveta. “And look, do not overdo it,” she threatened with a finger, “otherwise you will not know where to go next. ”
On a pre-holiday day Svetochka came to work in the most beautiful dress, silk stockings, lace underwear and slyly glittered with painted eyes.
“Good morning, Svetlana Yuryevna,” guard Mitya greeted the guard on duty, smiled sourly and screwed up a long-prepared compliment, “you look wonderful today. ”
Usually after these words, Sveta blushed with paint, pulled her head into her shoulders and rushed along the corridor, clinking her heels.