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—Klin Chegver, nice to meet you. And this is Saneksa Rimm. —he introduced his companion, shaking hands. —So, I wasn't mistaken, and I saw your work in the "Palace of Amamus" earlier. Tell me, Suyen, could you spare a minute to tell me in more detail about, hmm, what exactly was your creative idea behind that wonderful, huggable pillow? Perhaps it's meant to help a person feel a certain emotional warmth through the image, without being able to replace that warmth with physical affection? Or am I completely wrong? Forgive me, I just... I don't want to remain a clueless savage who couldn't appreciate the depth of the creator's thought.
—Tell me, Mr. Klin, are you familiar with Sonata Reim? She was with you at Her Majesty's coronation, but given your state at the time and the rapid transformation from non-living to living, I'm not sure if you were paying attention to the people around you. Forgive me if my assumptions are incorrect. Author
—But in the case of this magnificent exhibition, I understand everything, and I will gladly examine the works of art here. By the way, don't think that I'm forcing you to vote against your will. —the last sentence was added for Saneksa.
—Yes, I'll probably abstain from voting here. For some reason, it seems that I'm not its target audience, but I'll be very interested in your opinions, so go ahead!