Anna, along with Nayra the Dragon, Sezam, and the Dragon-Cat, retired to the next room. For half an hour, rustling, giggles, and muffled swearing could be heard from within. After the specified time, a pretty blonde Knight (unfortunately, holographic) emerged from the room and warmly congratulated all the guys on the upcoming holiday, wishing them to remain manly, brave, and strong protectors for any girl. Shortly after, the beautiful part of the company followed her and gave the guys various treats like socks and shaving gels. Anna gave Dima a chocolate bar and stubbornly pretended that was all.
- Phew, Anya, shame on you, - grumbled Dimka, acting as if King Arandor were rejoicing over a collector' same edition of Red Hot Chili Peppers songs, a Silver Duelist were trying on an exquisite silvered rapier, or a Shaman were enthusiastically flipping through the encyclopedia "Thought Programming for Those Who Missed a Hundred Years of Progress".
- Oh, well Dim, do you remember that beautiful dress in the store that suited me so, so well?
- Is that the one that costs a whole 2000?
- Well... Yes...
- Anya, you know that's almost half my salary! I'll find you one almost just like it for 200!
- I know... That's exactly why I...
- What?..
- I'm giving you a voucher to anywhere! - Anna handed over a homemade ticket "to the place of your dreams" with a pocket containing money.
Dmitry was slightly embarrassed and kissed his wife.
- It's settled. We leave tomorrow!
- Hey, are you taking us too?! - King Arandor suddenly woke up.
- Well, how could we do it without you, - Dimka smiled. - If we're partying, let's party!