— Yes... You're right. There won't be any war, what was I thinking!
Anetta was noticeably pleased with the picture that had formed in her mind, but Eli, who had finished her pudding, interrupted the conversation.
— Wars have started over less, — the girl made an offhand comment, licked the remaining pudding off the spoon, and started to leave, and Anetta burst into tears again, — huh? What's wrong?
Where do we end up when we save the world?