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My satellite was obviously mind-blowing.

– To be so shocked! – he peeped after looking at my works. – And so you will be able? – he took an interest and, having taken a feather, «mister Shtyr» clumsily nashkryabat.

I decided that he wants to receive the exact copy and, having studied features of absolutely terrible handwriting, most precisely reproduced an inscription.

– Shran shobachya, – the big guy got agitated even more, – to Dasha I cannot otlishit. Indeed you are a mashter. Well to perekushit shamy time.

According to the sign of the pin the young woman with a tray full of food approached a table. What there was only not! Fried fish, baked shrimps, tentacles of an octopus, unleavened cakes, cheese, sour cream, hot sauce and whole mountain of fruit and vegetables.

Without wasting time I grabbed a piece flat cake, dipped in sour cream and stuck into it teeth.

– Correctly! – the Pin approved my actions. – Eat, eat. When still poluchitshya it is so good to eat.

I only smiled and having swallowed a floor of flat cake undertook the fried fish.