In sync, Quen-Quen nudges the ghostly nose against the back of the elf with a smartphone, and Henry rushes to pick it up/catch it.
- Oops! Okay, the dog won, - stated the second one.
- Clumsy, - commented the third.
- Let's go already, I can't stand the terrible smell of this creature.
The elves intend to walk away towards the ruins.
Небо – угроз не слышит
Небо – ведёт особый счёт
Небо – тебя найдёт