"Father of the Year," thought Guion as he returned to the "Hearth."
“Well, how’s work going?” Beata lazily turned to him, lounging on the couch.
“I got a job as a security guard for some shady guy. I’ll be working evenings.”
“You could have gotten a job on the night shift! Couldn’t you find a better time?”
“He needed former soldiers! The other vacancies were even worse, like waiters and salespeople!”
“Why didn’t you become a waiter? You could have made a fortune in tips!”
(I’m too lazy to crop it, imagine Siegfried isn’t there)
“I don’t want to. Listen, the place is shady, the guy is shady, it’s the perfect company for us. If I keep my eyes open, I’ll learn a lot of interesting things.”
“Okay, okay. But keep in mind that you might have a few sleepless nights ahead of you.”
“I’m already mentally prepared. Listen, I still have some time, maybe we can go to the museum?”
“What’s interesting there?”
“We can get some culture, learn about the history of our country…”
“Boo-o-o-o-ring…” Beata yawned demonstratively.
“There might be expensive trinkets there that we can get our hands on,” Guion sighed wistfully.
“Why didn’t you say so earlier?! Let’s go!”
The couple goes to the museum of the empire’s conquests.It seems that no one has been there yet.
“Good afternoon, I’m Mika Sweetfang, your tour guide. A ticket to the museum costs 20 rem per person.
