It was a warm and even somewhat romantic evening. While I was chatting with Val, who was busy with my hair and makeup, a bouquet of scarlet roses from Lucas was delivered to the room. Scarlet, your mother, roses. Gorgeous bunch of flowers. In my free past, no one gave me such bouquets. Even Ivleev, whom I, without realizing it, firmly decided to punish in the future.

- Oops, - only exhaled a friend, looking at a huge bouquet. Moisture drops glittered on the petals like tiny diamonds. - Now, if I had any doubts, now they are dispelled. You pulled out a lottery ticket.

- Doubts about what?

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