- Diego-oh! Virgin-and-to! Ah-ah-ah!

- Vito, stop immediately. You're already hiccupping and paying too much attention to us.

We were standing in the far corner of the club hall. Diego growled through his teeth, trying to bring his fighters into an adequate state. At the same time, the commander held me tightly with his hand behind the neck and sometimes looked affectionately.

- What am I? - I muttered, not trying to get out. Now it was better not to piss him off. - I completed the task.

- Yes, you're generally - well done, - heartfelt he agreed. – I’ll talk to you separately later… I’ll reward you.

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