On Monday, he returned on the same plane with the same bloated, slant-eyed individuals.
He was greeted by an ugly, rainy, completely not July weather. He drove straight from the airport to work. However, he found the editorial office to be empty.
“Have you visited the solarium?” Alex greeted him unusually.
“Solarium?” Totally surprised by his friend's question, he decided to simply ignore it. “Hello, Alex! How are you?”
“Hmm… Not too bad. Where did you get so tanned in such weather?”
“I was on a trip by the warm sea.”
“Sure, probably on a bike?” Alex said with undisguised irony, knowing very well that Michael suffered from a panicky fear of flying. He was never persuaded to go on vacation or a longer trip, because he didn't even want to hear about the plane trip.
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