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“And you’re in good health, if you’re not joking,” said the Evil Dwarf.

Are you too busy? I asked.

"Too much," he snapped.

— Viltraks! I called. “Send the portal for the Evil Dwarf, do me a favor!”

I took the Flute by the hand and we went to meet the guest.

“Well, what the hell…” he began, barely falling out of the portal, and then he looked from me to the Flute and back, and suddenly began to smile.

I got sick.

- Finally! he said in the voice of a kind uncle. - And then he came up with - torturing the unfortunate girl! - he came up to me and did something completely unbelievable - he stood on tiptoe, hugged me and patted me on the shoulder. Has the fortress fallen at last? Oh beauty! He put his hands together in tenderness, looking at us.

“Um…” I said. - Thanks.

“Listen, can we talk about this?” he suddenly suggested.

The thought was actually interesting.

- What, three of us? Flute asked.

- Yes, well, what are you? he waved his hands. I'll call the people now.

“Wait,” I stopped him,
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