Граф Орлов
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- Don't brown-nose her! - Barley suddenly said to Safisa. His eyes seemed to reflect a completely different essence, not the one he had just moments ago. - She's mine. I mean it. If you try to get in my way, you'll regret it, got it?
-- I don't understand... Are you, donut, getting cocky?!
As it turned out, the donut was indeed filled with courage – threatening Safisa was bold, but compared to the speeches about squashing heads, it seemed almost innocent.
-- A unique mind is great, but I'm not going to listen to this anymore. I'll have to put a muzzle on you. You'll lose weight, too; you won't overheat like that. A healthy body, a healthy mind.
-- The fact that you're black doesn't make you a leader. Don't get ahead of yourself. You can start by being personally responsible for all the nonsense, being the first to rush into battle, and the last to leave the battlefield. Then you can try to command, but for now, we don't approve of that. He appointed himself, well, we'll forgive him this time, help him, teach him, explain the cultural nuances. Everyone needs to calm down, otherwise, blood boils, it gets into the brain, the protein in it curdles, and evil entities penetrate the mind. Exactly. I suggest we go down to the city and take a walk, breathe in the smog, drink some water. And we don't need leaders. Today, leaders, tomorrow, generals, and then, even worse, embezzlers, or even presidents!
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza,
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers