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During the night, Beata and Guion carried out their plan and got thoroughly drunk, finishing off the remaining tactical reserves of cognac between them. Beata cried and cursed all night, while Guion listened silently, pouring them both more cognac and nibbling on a sausage. She had no desire to punish him. At one point, Beata even regretted not hiding their execution tools in the safe, including handcuffs and a whip. Then she remembered the collar that came with the dress, downed half a glass of cognac, sniffed the Warlord, and swore creatively. Guion just remained silent, watching this performance.
In the morning, a grumpy, hungover Beata dragged herself into the kitchen. An equally hungover, but not as grumpy, Guion got a jar of brine and a half-eaten sausage. The couple quietly sobered up, waiting for news from their superiors.