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«You’re crazy! Good insane!»

«But you would like to check how far my madness extends and where it began.»

«From night, when they killed your whole family. The killers were well prepared, but you managed to somehow arrange a fire and escape.»

«The statues at the same time were present.»

«Stop talking about them, as a living person,» it began to annoy him. «And stop calling them on the names like friends.»

She did not call all seven names, but in his head they sounded as a chorus.

«They carry these names for centuries. The names of the annals of the Bible or some kind of apocrif, but they cannot be called friends. From such friends a harm is more than from enemies.

She clicked the box with a lid, closing the head and its empty marble look, but Mario for some reason shifted the lid again. An inexpressive face suddenly seemed surprisingly evil. The head, though it was limp in a box, but it seemed that the owner of the situation in this office was it.

Blaise, sitting in a chair on the contrary, with enthusiasm waited for an answer.