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«I can’t study with you, I’m a servant and a slave. And you are the Count, "she said, pulling off my clothes and beginning to dress me. – And your father was against it when my mother, Ilina the housekeeper, asked for it.

«That doesn’t surprise me. «My dad’s a big social distance advocate. «The poor and slaves should know their place,» he likes to say.

With her help, I dressed in a cool white coat and pants. My shyness only made her laugh.

«We used to wash together when we were kids, don’t be shy. She said, stroking my head.

«We’re not kids anymore. I said, turning away. You look at her and you can’t say that she’s a child, that’s what kind of breasts she grew, not less than the third size. It’s hereditary in their family.

She just laughed and took my hand and we went to the «meal hall» as my father used to say. The servants and maids bowed to me on the way. I don’t like it. Until eight years ago, I was just an ordinary kid, living in this castle as the son of a maid. I was preparing to become a butler. But one day the Count had a whim, and he recognized me as his son. This was a complete surprise to me. My mother didn’t tell me who my father was. I personally thought it was Pavel the butler. A handsome, strong man in his late forties, bold. Impudent to the count, about the equality of people says. The Count tolerates him only because he knows how to keep his servants in order and discipline. He’s smart, even if he’s a slave. I wish he was my father.