Небо
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On his way to meet "Rabbit," Grigory wondered why Bazhena had been working both yesterday, on Sunday, and today, on Monday. Could it be that she doesn't have days off? However, he didn't dare to voice this question. Upon reaching their destination, Raphael hid in the bushes, while the northern nobleman gathered his courage and confidently walked towards his fiancée. At first, they engaged in a normal conversation in a friendly tone, but as Grigory's story about his many years of travels and searches came to an end, it began to take on a more negative tone. Most noticeably, the man was taken aback by the girl's manner of speech, which was probably very different from what he was used to. — Oh my god, you're such an idiot, I can't believe it. — Hmm, Bazhenochka... What are you saying? — No, are you serious? Wasting so many years of your life on... On what? — I was worried about you... And I... I wanted a family... And I still want it. Grigory wanted to embrace Bazhena, but she waved him off, and the man didn't insist. — Just imagine, we have our own cozy estate, a beautiful garden, many cheerful children, we grow old together and watch our grandchildren grow up... — Yes, just a bunch of crap, I've always only dreamed of that. — See, I knew we were on the same page... Bazhena simply rolled her eyes at the naiveté of her interlocutor. — ... Listen, if you want all this so much, why don't you marry someone else? You have tons of options. — But I only want you. — Ha-ha-ha, a-ha-ha-ha... get the **** out of here or I'll call security. — Uh... What do you mean?
Deciding that it wasn't worth pushing things to the point of interacting with security, Raphael emerges from the bushes and heads towards the couple. — Grigory, you've heard everything you needed to hear, — he puts his hand on the man's shoulder. — We can go back.