Граф Орлов
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He slept poorly; in his dreams, Ushumgall had to run away from mannequins with crossbows across scorching stones. He woke up around five and wandered around the house in a daze for an hour when a knock came at the door. The drowsiness vanished instantly, and the young man reached the door in two leaps.
“Who is it?” Without waiting for an answer, Ushumgall threw open the door. “Sir Kir. What’s wrong?”
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza,
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers