They are two exosomes. Both gays. One is Iranian, the other, the one you like, is Finnish. He was disoriented. What she was talking about? How did she know that he liked the Finnish guy? Actually, I do not understand what you want? And...who are you? My name is Eiva. I come here to work, like you. I noticed how often you glance at them, above all at him. And she hinted at him with the cup of coffee she was holding in her hand. They are not nice guys, I tell you, are both pervs. She seemed jealous. He had that impression. But jealous for what? It was the first time he saw her. Why did you say they are exosomes? He asked. He was curious about that strange definition. They are extraneous bodies, they act in a way which is different from the way we usually do here in Lithuania. We are not a multicultural society, we like to hold to what we are and have been. Do you understand? I think so, he replied. They are scandalous in your eyes. Yes, they are...are you married? She asked, bluntly. Yes
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