Dima continuation

Continuation...
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Dima's assistant, Artyom, burst into his office. Dima looked at him, and Artyom said:
— All this is the finish merist of his Alina (or another name).
Dima looked at him calmly and said:
— What's going on? Has the country's golden scent ended?
"The Bentley showroom, she bought a convertible, apparently, and the cops are chasing her, and it's a top-of-the-line model," Artyom said.
“What kind of car? She doesn’t even have a license. I sent her Lesha to drive her and Misha to keep an eye on her,” Dima said and looked at Artyom in shock.
— She now has a Bentley, and your driver and security guard stand there, pale and just nodding, apparently as if they were measuring up before she destroyed the city.
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Then in the evening you were sitting at home, you let Lesha and Misha go home, and Dima came into the house, and he was angry, and you were sitting calmly having dinner, and he looked at you and said:
— Tell me.
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