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I try to shake off his hands, but he grabbed me so tenaciously that from the outside it looks more like a tug of war. That alone might cost me a couple of bruises.

– Let me go! I slightly raise my voice out of annoyance, and this turns out to be enough for the lunnik to immediately open his fingers and even expressively put his hands behind his back. What is your habit of sneaking up on people? In your expensive universities, don’t they teach the elementary rules of decency?

He takes a step back too, but it’s such a show of courtesy that it doesn’t make things any better. Although there is still something good in this – at least now I am not drowning in a cloud of his tart perfume. Because the smell… oh, it’s dizzying, especially that incomprehensible devilry with bitterness in an almost standard “bouquet” of sage and lavender. I thought only my, God forgive me, son-in-law R’Ran loves all sorts of gourmet “stinks”, but he is definitely far from this lunar.

– Everything is good? – I hear an insinuating, almost whispered question. – Do not be silent, Margot, otherwise I will write down this pause to my account.