Irishka was glad to have the opportunity to leave the carriage. She walked, smiled and looked around. Custers led him and Greg along some narrow alleys, clearly cutting off the path. They stopped only near the wrought-iron gate behind which the regular park began.

"Most importantly, don't worry," ri Cavigni turned to his wife.

- Cas, - Irishka sighed, - you are unbearable! - and, not allowing the redhead to be indignant, she grabbed him by the scythe.

- What?

Without saying a word, Irishka stood on tiptoe, hugged her slow-witted husband by the neck and kissed him.

“No one is nervous but you. Calm down, my good man.

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