“There are no constant friends and no constant enemies, only interests are constant” – Winston Churchill.
A silver airbus landed at Heathrow Airport. The London air was moist and fresh.
– Solomon Grande? – the British border officer read in the passport, – the purpose of your visit?
– Business. To participate in a scientific congress.
– Are you a scientist? In what field?
– Actually, I\'m an infectious disease doctor, a plague specialist. We will have a conference here on this topic.
The officer slapped the stamp in the passport. The way to the country was open.
– Solomon!
It was Yesenia\'s voice. They met on the social media, first on a professional basis, and then friendly relations began.
This is exactly how Solomon imagined Yesenia: with her father\'s Irish-toned nose, her transparent, ever-smiling eyes, and her unusually white-skinned. But, her figure was fattening, figure she took after her Colombian mother.
Solomon joyfully stepped forward and they...
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