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- Sorry, what? I asked when I heard my name.

"My granddaughter said she loves our glorious new flying tradition," Darius repeated, smiling.

“I just noticed that Dima had a great idea,” Atossa objected. - But only.

“And I, as the only captain and, accordingly, the admiral of our entire fleet, immediately decided to declare this a tradition,” he chuckled good-naturedly.

- Despot! Atossa growled caustically.

“Technically, I'm only an admiral,” Darius objected, “and the despot is sitting over there surrounded by his flower garden,” and he bowed his head politely.

- A vile slander, - I answered, - I did not tyrannize anyone at all and did not despot ...

“If you start arguing, then instead of enjoying the view of Jupiter, you will receive honors from the subjects in turn,” he promised. “And I’m not sure that everyone will agree to kissing only the hand.”

I shuddered, suddenly realizing that everyone without exception, both the crew and the passengers, was looking at me. And something bad wa
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