[upd] - Cat Costa Cazierul

"Bună dimineața, Marin," she replied without looking up, her fingers hovering over the ancient cash register whose keys were worn smooth as river stones.

She smiled, a small, broken smile. "That was the price. And you paid it every single day." cat costa cazierul

"Where is Elena?" Marin asked.

She thought for a long moment. Then she picked up one of the fifty-lei notes, folded it carefully, and tucked it into her coat pocket. "Bună dimineața, Marin," she replied without looking up,

He raised his hand. He did not wave. He just held it there. " she replied without looking up

But today was different. Today, a large "ÎNCHIS" sign was taped to the inside of the glass door. The shelves were bare. The scale was unplugged. And Elena was not in her chair.