She grabbed the handle of the kitchen door and opened it quietly, not to wake the slightest suspicion of her husband, who was beside her study. She listened to the silence on the other side of the massive interior doors; Nothing moved, which gave her courage to pull a bottle of vodka from behind the mountain. She was safe there, because her husband not only did not cook, but he did not prepare the food himself.
Alcohol brings sleep
To one side of the poisoning, because with every meal he completely relied on his wife, on the other hand a wonderful thing, because there was no chance that her hiding place would be discovered. Martina unscrewed the bottle cap and Dred. She shook herself, then dred once more. He has reason to drink, unlike him. Her depressive thoughts had long been unendured.