When Arkady walked into his meagre rooms after work, chilled to the bone with his threadbare coat wrapped about his thin frame, he was not expecting visitors. He never had visitors. True, he had placed an advertisement in need of someone to share his rooms, but having received no reply, he was not inclined to receiving visitors either.
And thus, when Arkady walked into the first of his two rooms, smaller than a study, his cheeks pink with cold, he froze on the spot at the site of the woman before him.
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