- If you plant your eyes, then without damage to the brain. Here.

There was a black-covered book on the table. And I involuntarily smiled when I read the title.

- The Count of Mote Cristo. I once read it.

Lucas didn't answer. I thanked him with a nod. And, without restraint, she joked:

- Aren't you afraid that, inspired by Alexandre Dumas, one day I will make a dig?

Lucas paused at the door. In the semi-darkness it was difficult to read what exactly was written on his face. But suddenly it blew cold, as if someone had opened a window and let dank dampness into the ward.

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