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Parfinora stood before the door of room #14, nervously wringing her hands. What if Iмир refuses? What if he hates her now too? Trying to push all these thoughts aside, she knocked.
-Hello, Iмир - she greeted him, not even trying to hide the anxiety on her face - may I invite you for a short walk in the park? I would really like to spend some time with you.