-𝙴𝚛𝚘 𝚗𝚎𝚕 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚒 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊̀ 𝚒𝚗 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚎 𝚍𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚘....
𝙼𝚒 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚊𝚖𝚘 𝙼𝚒𝚕𝚔𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚘 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚣𝚣𝚊 𝚍𝚒 16 𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚒, 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚣𝚊 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚟𝚎, 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚒 𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚖𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚘 𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚊.
𝙷𝚘 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚣𝚊𝚝𝚊 𝚎 𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚒 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒, 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚜𝚒 𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚌𝚒, 𝚑𝚘 𝚕𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚛𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚎 𝚐𝚕𝚒 𝚘𝚌𝚌𝚑𝚒 𝚜𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚒 𝚍𝚒 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚎.
𝙿𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚐𝚕𝚒 𝚘𝚌𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚒 𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒 𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚊.
𝙿𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚛𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚒𝚊 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎  𝚜𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒 𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚒 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒 𝚘 𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚒.
𝙰𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚊𝚟𝚘 𝚕𝚊 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚍𝚞𝚝𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚕 𝚖𝚒𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚟𝚘 𝚒𝚕 𝚙𝚊𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚒𝚘.
𝚅𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚊𝚒 𝚕𝚘 𝚜𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚘 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘 𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚑𝚒𝚎 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚒 𝚋𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚘.
𝙲𝚒 𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚖𝚖𝚘 𝚍𝚒 𝚗𝚞𝚘𝚟𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚛 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚌𝚞𝚗' 𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚛𝚘 𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎
𝚂𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚒 𝚗𝚎𝚕 𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚋𝚞𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚒 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚟𝚊
𝚅𝚒𝚍𝚒 𝚞𝚗 𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚣𝚣𝚘 𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚘 𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚘, 𝙰𝚟𝚎𝚟𝚊 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚊 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚙𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚟𝚒𝚊.
𝚂𝚒 𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚘́ 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚞𝚗 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚘 𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚎.
𝙼𝚒 𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚒 𝚊𝚕 𝚖𝚒𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚣𝚊𝚝𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚘 𝚒 𝚜𝚞𝚘𝚒 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒 𝚊𝚟𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚜𝚒 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘 𝚍𝚒 𝚖𝚎, 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚘́ 𝚕𝚘 𝚣𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚘 𝚎 𝚜𝚒 𝚜𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚘 𝚊 𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚞𝚗 𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚗𝚘 𝚍𝚒 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚒, 𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚕 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚗𝚘 𝚎 𝚜𝚒 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎.
𝙰𝚟𝚎𝚟𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚒́ 𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚟𝚊 𝚊𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘, 𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚊 𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊.
𝙰𝚟𝚎𝚟𝚊 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚎 𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒 𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚒 𝚍𝚒 𝚋𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚘, 𝚖𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚊 𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚒́ 𝚏𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚒́, 𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒 𝚒𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚍𝚊, 𝚒 𝚜𝚞𝚘𝚒 𝚘𝚌𝚌𝚑𝚒 𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚘 𝚊𝚣𝚣𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚒 𝚐𝚒𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚒𝚘, 𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚐𝚗𝚒 𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚟𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚌𝚞𝚗𝚘 𝚐𝚕𝚒 𝚛𝚒𝚞𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚟𝚊 𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚘 𝚜𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚘.
𝙸𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚊 𝚞𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚘 𝚝𝚒𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚘 𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚘, 𝚖𝚒 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚊 𝚍𝚒 𝚜𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚒 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚟𝚊...𝚖𝚑𝚑𝚑...𝙰 𝚜𝚒 𝚄𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚊.
𝙸𝚗𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚟𝚊 𝚞𝚗 𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚙𝚒𝚣𝚣𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚕 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚘 𝚊𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚕𝚒 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚟𝚊 𝚍𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚘, 𝚞𝚗𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚒 𝚜𝚞𝚘𝚒 𝚍𝚞𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚒 𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚟𝚊 𝚞𝚗 𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚒𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚞𝚗 𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚘 𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚍𝚒.
𝙾𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚊 𝚍𝚒 𝚟𝚘𝚍𝚔𝚊 𝚖𝚊 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚘 𝚍𝚒 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚞𝚖𝚘, 𝚞𝚗 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚞𝚖𝚘 𝚋𝚞𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚘, 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚒́ 𝚋𝚞𝚘𝚗𝚘 𝚍𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚟𝚛𝚊̀ 𝚙𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚕'𝚘𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚕'𝚊𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕.
𝙸𝚕 𝚜𝚞𝚘 𝚊𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚘 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚊 𝚞𝚗 𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚕 𝚗𝚊𝚜𝚘, 𝚒𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚞𝚖 𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎.
𝚂𝚒 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚘́ 𝚍𝚒 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚙𝚘 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘 𝚍𝚒 𝚖𝚎, 𝚜𝚒 𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚘́ 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚊𝚟𝚘 𝚊 𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎.
𝚇:"Почему ты смотришь на меня, брюнетка?"
𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚊 𝚒𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚞́ 𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚟𝚘.
𝙼𝚒𝚕𝚔𝚊:" 𝙰𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚁𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚊𝚗?"
𝙻𝚘 𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚒 𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚞𝚒𝚛𝚎
𝙼𝚒𝚕𝚔𝚊:"𝙲𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝙴𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑?"
𝚇:"𝚈𝚎𝚜, 𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚗"
𝙻𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚞𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚘 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚘.
𝚇: 𝙽𝚘𝚠, 𝚆𝚑𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎?
𝙽𝚘𝚗 𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚒, 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚊 𝚊𝚟𝚛𝚎𝚒 𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚞𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚐𝚕𝚒, 𝚝𝚒 𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚘 𝚞𝚗 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚗 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚘? 𝙼𝚒 𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚋𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚘
𝚇: 𝚂𝚘?
𝙼𝚒𝚕𝚔𝚊: 𝚄𝚑𝚑𝚑...𝚂𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢...𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔....
𝙼𝚒 𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚟𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚛𝚊 𝚒𝚕 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚘 𝚎 𝚕'𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚘
𝚇: 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝?
𝙴𝚛𝚘 𝚝𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚊 𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚕'𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚣𝚘
𝙼𝚒𝚕𝚔𝚊: 𝙸-𝚒 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚘𝚕....
𝙽𝚘𝚗 𝚌𝚒 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚘 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚘
𝙼𝚒 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚒 𝚜𝚞 𝚍𝚒 𝚖𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚊 𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚊𝚒 𝚕𝚘 𝚜𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚞𝚘.
𝙻𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚒 𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚊 𝚒𝚗 𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚘.
𝙻'𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚒𝚒 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚃𝚞, 𝚒𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚊??, 𝚖𝚒 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚒 𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚎 𝚕𝚘 𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚒 𝚏𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚞𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚘.
𝙰 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚕𝚒 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚙𝚒𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚞𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚕 𝚖𝚒𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘
𝚇: 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎?
𝙼𝚒𝚕𝚔𝚊: 𝙼-𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚔𝚊, 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝙸𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚗...
𝚇: 𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚌𝚞𝚝𝚎~ 𝙼𝚢 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝙸𝚟𝚊𝚗
𝙼𝚒𝚕𝚔𝚊: 𝙼𝚢 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎...
𝙻𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚒 𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚒 𝚗𝚞𝚘𝚟𝚘
𝙼𝚒 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚊 𝚎 𝚜𝚒 𝚊𝚟𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚘
𝙸𝚟𝚊𝚗: 𝙸'𝚖 𝚁𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚊𝚗
𝚂𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚊 𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚘....
𝚁𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚊𝚒 𝚍𝚘𝚕𝚌𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎
𝙼𝚒𝚕𝚔𝚊: 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠..𝙸 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚢 𝚁𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚊𝚗
𝙸𝚟𝚊𝚗: 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢?𝙶𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍
𝙼𝚒 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚣𝚣𝚘 𝚕𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊
𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚖𝚖𝚘 𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚙𝚒𝚞 𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚘
𝚂𝚌𝚘𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚒 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚞𝚒 𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚟𝚊 𝚒𝚗 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚘 𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚎 𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚣𝚣𝚎 𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚟𝚒𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚊̀ "𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚣𝚣𝚎".
𝙰𝚟𝚎𝚟𝚊 𝚝𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚒 𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚒𝚞́ 𝚍𝚒 𝚖𝚎 𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚟𝚊 𝚒𝚗 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚎̀ 𝚕𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚘 𝚒 𝚜𝚞𝚘𝚒 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒.
𝚅𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚟𝚊 𝚍𝚊 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚎 𝚕𝚞𝚒 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚒𝚕 𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚘 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚘 𝚍𝚘𝚙𝚘 𝚕'𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚞𝚘 𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚒𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚅𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚒.
𝙽𝚘𝚖𝚒 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚒 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒 𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚒 𝚎𝚑-
𝙰𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚘 𝚒 𝚜𝚞𝚘𝚒 𝚙𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚘 𝚝𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚞 𝚍𝚒 𝚕𝚞𝚒.
𝙻𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚒 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚎̀ 𝚌𝚒 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚘 𝚒 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚕𝚒 𝚍𝚒 𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚕𝚒 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒 𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒 𝚟𝚘𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚒𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚣𝚎 "𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒", 𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚘𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚎? 𝙲𝚘𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎.
𝙼𝚒 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚊 𝚌𝚒 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚟𝚘 𝚒𝚘 𝚒𝚗 𝚞𝚗 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘
𝙸𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚒, 𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚟𝚘 𝚟𝚘𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚊 𝚍𝚒 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚘....
𝙲𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚞𝚒 𝚕𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚒́ 𝚊𝚕 𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚘, 𝚖𝚒 𝚊𝚕𝚣𝚘́ 𝚒𝚕 𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚍𝚞𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚎 𝚖𝚒 𝚏𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚘́ 𝚍𝚒 𝚗𝚞𝚘𝚟𝚘 𝚗𝚎𝚐𝚕𝚒 𝚘𝚌𝚌𝚑𝚒
𝙸𝚟𝚊𝚗: 𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚘𝚔, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎
𝙼𝚒𝚕𝚔𝚊: 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞...

( 𝙽𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚒 𝚟𝚘𝚒 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚘  𝚕'𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒 𝚟𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚘́ 𝚒 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚒 𝚒𝚗 𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚘, 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚘?)

𝙸𝚟𝚊𝚗: 𝚂𝚒𝚊𝚖𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚜𝚒 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚒 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚚𝚞𝚎
𝙼𝚒𝚕𝚔𝚊: 𝙳𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚒, 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚘?
𝙸𝚟𝚊𝚗: 𝙼𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘, 𝚑𝚊 𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚗 𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚘, 𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚎....
𝙼𝚒𝚕𝚔𝚊: 𝙲𝚘𝚜𝚒 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎?
𝙸𝚟𝚊𝚗: 𝙿𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚘 𝚖𝚊 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚘 𝚍𝚒 𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚣𝚣𝚒 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚒
𝙼𝚒𝚕𝚔𝚊: 𝙰𝚑....𝙽𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚒
𝙸𝚕 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚒 𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚘́ 𝚎 𝚌𝚒 𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚒 𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒 𝚋𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒, 𝚜𝚒, 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚖𝚘 𝚕𝚒 𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚗 3 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚒.
𝚄𝚗 𝚂𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚘 𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚛𝚘 𝚜𝚒 𝚊𝚟𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚘́ 𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚒.
𝚂𝚊𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚘́ 𝙸𝚟𝚊𝚗, 𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚒 𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚘́ 𝚖𝚎
𝚇: 𝚃𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒 𝚕𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚊 𝙼𝚒𝚕𝚔𝚊 𝚐𝚒𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚘?
𝙰𝚗𝚗𝚞𝚒𝚒
𝚇: 𝙷𝚊𝚒 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚐𝚒𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚘?
𝙼𝚒𝚕𝚔𝚊: 𝚂𝚒
𝚇: 𝙸𝚟𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚊 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚘 𝚙𝚒𝚞́ 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚊, 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚘 𝚊 𝚊𝚕 𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚘 𝚍𝚒 𝙻𝚒𝚊𝚖 𝚎 𝙺𝚢𝚕𝚎
𝙸𝚟𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚋𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚘́ 𝚎 𝚖𝚒 𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚊, 𝚐𝚕𝚒 𝚞𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚘, 𝚖𝚒 𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚟𝚘 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚘, 𝚐𝚕𝚒 𝚊𝚕𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚒 𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚘 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚘𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚘𝚜𝚒 𝚎 𝚒𝚕 𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚟𝚊 𝚖𝚞𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒 𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚘 𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚒 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚞𝚗 𝚜𝚞𝚘𝚗𝚘 𝚙𝚒𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚎.
𝙸𝚟𝚊𝚗: 𝙾𝚑𝚒, 𝚝𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚎?
𝙼𝚒𝚕𝚔𝚊: 𝚂𝚒 𝚜𝚒 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚘
𝙼𝚒 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚣𝚣𝚘́ 𝚕𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚎 𝚖𝚒 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘́ 𝚕𝚊 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚊 𝚍𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎
𝙼𝚒 𝚊𝚙𝚛𝚒̄ 𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊 𝚍𝚒 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚎 𝚖𝚒 𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚎
𝙸𝚟𝚊𝚗: 𝚃𝚒 𝚍𝚘 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚘 𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚞𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚎?
𝙼𝚒𝚕𝚔𝚊: 𝙳𝚊𝚟𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚘?!𝙶𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚒𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎!
𝙲𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚖𝚘 𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚎.
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