Fu, Che Guevara, fu! - I try to protect myself from the furious stormy joy of the dog, but this is almost impossible: the shaggy monster jumps around me with the ease of a mountain goat.

What did Taya say about the doe? That's just this dirty trick for fifty kilograms and pulls. Obviously more than my wife. But it's good that he didn't rush to lick me. I don’t know if I would have resisted, especially if the attack had happened unexpectedly.

“Gintz, how glad I am to see you!” - this sugary-sweet voice is similar to cadaveric poison. I still ask myself the question: where were my brains...