Chapter 32 Come Back Home, Sister

• It's too good to be true. An apartment in a new building, right in the city center, with a magnificent view from the windows, and they don't want to take payment from me for the first few months. Something's not right. No matter how you look at it, I'm not so far from the real world to realize that there's some kind of catch here. The way this friend of Boris's keeps looking around so strangely. Every time I ask a question, he looks at my companion as if he's the one who should be answering the questions.
• "I really like the apartment, but I'm afraid it's not suitable for me," I declared after all the enthusiastic looks and sighs about the magnificent decor. Boris raised an eyebrow in response to my words, while his acquaintance became even more agitated.
• "Perhaps you have some preferences that I am ready to fulfill immediately," the man said, offering completely absurd options. He thought I didn't like the huge bed in the bedroom and suggested replacing it, and then he came up with a whole list.