Plague fair

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 “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.

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