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🦊 Планета Флерантор, осколки человечества 🦊

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The sad father gestured for the errand boy to come closer. Soon, two large mugs of excellent ale were brought in. One of them was intended for Tsulak.

"I am Medvedson," Medvedson introduced himself. "Ah, I wish I could go back to the time when I thought like you, Tsulak. You know, I'm a cool guy and once..."


It was no longer possible to stop Medvedson...

"So, that's how it happened," Medvedson finished his story three hours later. "You are an excellent conversationalist, Tsulak. Would you like me to give my daughter to you?"
— He really is awesome! It’s as if he caught your instructive experience. Glory to warrior Medvedson!" — raising his mug in the air, already quite tipsy, Tsulak then immediately empties its contents into himself. “It would be a sin to refuse your kind gesture, but I can’t! The pugilist Tsulak is weak and nameless; it is too early for him to court the families of valiant Vikings. Besides, my will has already paved the way to the queen of fighters. Yes, this is my life's plan."

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