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“Well, I don’t need to rush; I’ll decide by next month,” the big man thought. He thanked the temple servants for all their help, waved goodbye to Viola, and went where his heart had longed to go since he first saw a map of the city – to “Snow White.”

After exchanging money, Mirastir crossed the threshold of “Snow White” and found himself in paradise: he was greeted by an elegant interior, comfortable-looking furniture, happy faces of visitors, and… a white sea of waitresses with dazzling smiles and snow-white hair, dressed in exquisite outfits: not too revealing to seem vulgar, but also not too modest so that there was nothing to look at and something to appeal to the different strings of visitors' souls. Mirastir, due to his peculiarities, was so impressed by what he saw that he didn’t even have time to glance at the menu: before that, blood started flowing from his nose, and then he completely lost consciousness.

— Welcome back to the world of the living,” when he came to, he found himself in a small but cozy room, with one of the employees of “Snow White” standing next to him, whom he had seen some time ago. She explained what had just happened and told him that they had moved him to rest in a staff room. — Don’t worry; one of my colleagues has medical experience and, after examining you, concluded that nothing serious threatens your health.