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The rector also quickly assessed the whole curiosity of the situation, blushed again, only this time not from anger, but from embarrassment, and waved his hand: the wild boar jumped out of the picture and somehow took with him the clothes from the portrait: now a completely naked master was looking at us Ingvar in his best physical shape!

If I thought that the rector would blush, I was deeply mistaken: he even drew himself up, they say, yes, yes, this is my figure! Which was an outright lie of the artist.

– Ahem, student Wilt, it seems that it’s customary for decent girls to turn away, – Mr. Dan commented, looking at me with a mocking look, after which he turned towards the real master Ingvar (the worst version of him, unfortunately). – Master Ingvar, I propose to consider this incident settled. The student will freeze if she stays here a little longer.

– Yes, yes, – the rector said in confusion, carefully studying the new picture. Or rather, the best version of yourself.

The pig, by the way, has evaporated somewhere. I tried to look over Mr. Dan’s shoulder, but I never succeeded.