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— Oh, oh? What do we have here... Bronislava, what happened to you?
— My Lord, I sold... I gave away... That is... The painting...
— Hmm? — The fair-haired man examines the purchases in the little buyer's hands. — Ah, I see... Well, nothing can be done, you sold it, so you sold it... — Placing his hand on the head of the petite seller, the tall man decided to introduce himself to the guest. — Eugene Kripov, I'm glad to meet you.