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«The fact that you brought more like an attribute for a sinic joke,» he said, having made an effort on himself. Under the insightful look of blue eyes Blaise, he felt like a rabbit next to cobra. While she gives him to live, but a moment will be held, and suddenly it will be painful. Mario tried to distract from a feeling of anxiety, looking at her pale skin and blond hair collected in a long horse tail. What is still a surprisingly beautiful combination – blonde hair and bright blue eyes. It seems before they were blue, and Blaise hardly used the color lenses.

«Do you think I’m missed, since I put such a stupid condition to everyone?»

«Which? Finding, track down, lure to the trap and specifically beheaded, and not just kill, your worst enemy, even if this enemy for some reason can be dear to you?»

«Bring me his head separated from the body,» he suggested.

«What’s stupid in this? Who did not dream of keeping his enemy’s chopped head in his hands?»

«You talk about it so…»

«As if I am not a woman?»