Lafrenia

— Remy, do you hear that? — the mustachioed man asked his companion. — Or is it just my old ears playing tricks on me? — Your ears are fine; it’s just some crazy person. — Please forgive me, esteemed guardians of the law,” Pigzhma interjected, “but I must say that my comrade has a point. My life experience is limited, but even from that, it’s clear that the rules by which ordinary people live are written by those who don’t follow them, and many people suffer from this every day. — Oh great, another one. — Martin rolled his eyes. — So, put down your weapons and don’t move. — the golden-haired woman commanded. — We’ll search the premises, and then we’ll decide what to do with you.