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A trough with a temper.

Half an hour had not passed before Sionel whined:

– Oh, those developers with their authenticity! he exclaimed, rubbing his cold hands. - The question is, who had to do such a low temperature at a height ?!

The rest only smirked ironically, but nevertheless, they agreed. Alas, frost resistance was not provided for in the game - everyone began to freeze slowly.

- Lisa, can we go down lower? - Tark could not stand not so much the cold as the tedious whining of his friend.

Her sister frowned in concern.

“Sorry, but if I try, I might unintentionally unbalance. Bear in mind that the fact that this trough flies is a great miracle.

“Then don’t touch it,” her brother agreed with her arguments.

And Sionel was bored. He sat for another five minutes, huddled up, like an unfortunate sparrow, until he was overwhelmed by a brilliant idea how to keep warm.

“Tark, this is for me…” he hesitated. “Go where kings go on foot.” Persian watch out.

And while no one came to his senses
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