Chronicles of the Wolf

23

— Done!—Christophe clapped his hands to be noticed.

— Well done.— Olga looked under the hood, inspecting the new engine, as if criticizing a picture.

— Well, that's right, I tried. And now I will listen to my priceless bloodsucker even more often, because the engine is really great!—Jansen sighed.— That's what there is only one nuance: there is almost no gasoline. And I don't carry fuel in my pockets. Something needs to be done.—

— There is no sunlight outside? If not, I can go out and quickly check all the tanks. I'm many seconds faster than the others. Running is my main strength among the few.—Stefan tugged at the laces on his hood.

— Go, there is no sun, it's night outside. —

Stefan quickly flew out of hiding, raising the wind.

From the outside, it seemed that this was more the work of some phenomenal hurricane than an eternally young boy with snow-white hair.

— What are you looking at like that? I'm already here!—Stefan slapped Christophe and Maria on the shoulders from behind.

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