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I was so happy. I almost told Max that the beard suited him. I was ready to hug and kiss him all over. But he wouldn’t get it. He didn’t know what an unbelievable thought occurred to me, what a realization descended upon me the moment before he showed up.
“What are you so happy about?” Max asked, dusting snow off his hat. “I thought you were tortured. Instead you’re having fun? Couldn’t wait for me?”
“Max, what are you talking about? What fun?”
“Sanya? Did you get drunk here without me? Shame on you! I’d…”
“Max, stop it,” I interrupted. “Eric, excuse me, would you tell him,” I pointed my finger at Max, “that I had nothing to drink…”
“Except for cola with lemon and ice,” Eric quickly answered. “Are you the gentleman I was giving directions to? Good thing you made it. Your friend ne
