The Russian Mafia did not take too kindly to a Westerner muscling in on their market, and so decided to send a little message.
If one poor flower of thanks to thee / Be truly given, / All night thou snowest down to me / Lilies of heaven!
Shreyas was worried. He had called his wife Kirti on her cell phone. There was no response. Kirti had told him after lunch that she would go out to buy fruits and vegetables at Abids market.
You're so weak-willed with your girlfriend. You must be the real bitch in the relationship.
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