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Two leather sofas, two tables, two office chairs with wooden armrests. Coffee table next to the sofa. On it is a vase of fruit, an ashtray.
- I ask you to. The tired owner gestured towards the sofa. I sat down and he sat next to me.
— Do you smoke? - Popov put a pack of "Parliament" on the table, lit a cigarette.
I had to do the same, although I did not really want to smoke.
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