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No, Stas's style was nothing like that babushka's. He attacked first: "Hurry up,
miss." The fiftyish "miss" balked, her bloody eyes rising, her jaw twitching in
forewarning. "Don't play the coquette with me!" Stas said. The "miss" flexed her
W * * * I will not expound on how Stas cooked his game without spices, herbs, or
oil — it is an arcane process, and it isn't for me to reveal his culinary craft, but the
truth is that I've never seen a more appetizing, juicy, golden-brown chicken.
He took a bright red tangerine out of his pocket. "You'll get your papers tomorrow
at the police station," said Anna Ivanna coldly. "Now, for the last time, get out of
my way; I've got to get dressed." Instead of going toward the door, Stas turned to ...
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So many richnessess in such a small book. Such lovable characters. An indictment of a political system that never could work, no matter how hard it hammered its citizens into place. Read full review