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“Well, you’re a big boy already, you know what to say.

- What to say? Alina was suddenly alarmed.

- A folder from Dima will demand a bride price for you, - Alena explained and turned to me again: - Dear, remember, eighteen rams - and not a head more!

- Yes, what eighteen? Alina was outraged.

“Twenty is the maximum,” Alyona continued, paying no attention. - We don't have enough!

- Alyonka! Alina whispered in a doomed voice.

“So, that’s it,” Alena got angry and went up to her point-blank. - I'm counting five. One two Three…

- I agree! Alina said.

“We won’t clone anyone,” Alyona warned. Alina nodded.

"Is there no one going to ask me?" I protested.

The sisters looked at each other, snorted and laughed loudly.

* * *

Ivanov seated me in his armchair, while he walked nervously along the window. From time to time he stopped, propped his chin on his fist, looked at me gloomily, sighed heavily and continued to move. Apparently, he was also going to propose to me. I began to quietly roll the cha
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