Altan
June 18, 2024 at 3:44 PM
— Vadik, come on, be careful there somehow, it hurts, why are you messing around there?
"I'm sorry, Your Holiness, this won't happen again," another disgruntled shout soon rang out. – Well, it shouldn't, at least.
— You said that you had a sister... — Altan recalled in a slightly displeased tone.
— Well, yes, a second cousin.
The sunset of those beautiful red eyes must have been amazing, but you couldn't see it from the back.
During this time, Vadim has probably already learned to braid pigtails quite tolerably, but sometimes it still didn't work out very neatly.
— It's just that, you know, Vadim, — Buryat said in a rather instructive tone, — I constantly pay you money for something, and most of the time you do nothing, it's scary to even send flowers to water. And there's at least some work to do. Well, besides, it's almost impossible to braid it on your own, and you're the closest person I have.
Vadim shook himself.
— The closest? Is that true?
— Well, yes. Yuma is in China.
A disappointed sigh. Then Altan said something about Razumovsky and how much it was necessary to get rid of him, but Vadim was no longer listening.
