Heroist
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With a heavy groan, Lukon et Hoome steps out of the carriage, stretches his stiff joints, manages to straighten his back, and rubs his creaking knees. After a week of jostling through the desolate, bumpy roads and enduring the black knight's marketing visions, he feels like he's aged half a century.
"I will definitely get home... I'll have a cup of coffee and relax on my favorite couch... And then I'll wake up and go back to my second shift, and Zaviroshka will be at the reception, and Aya will be waiting with a book, and the excavations are coming up... Yes, that's exactly how it will be..."
He walks slowly along the main street from the station to the port, watching the detector's needle.
"I will definitely get home... I'll have a cup of coffee and relax on my favorite couch... And then I'll wake up and go back to my second shift, and Zaviroshka will be at the reception, and Aya will be waiting with a book, and the excavations are coming up... Yes, that's exactly how it will be..."
He walks slowly along the main street from the station to the port, watching the detector's needle.
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