- What's going on, honey? Lady di Martin drew her niece into her rooms, taking care to establish a canopy of silence. - What happened?

“Everything is bad,” Irishka admitted. Raising her eyes, she blinked rapidly, trying to stop her tears.

- Baby, what are you? - Neel immediately appeared next to me. She hugged the frustrated student tightly, handed her a handkerchief, and commanded her in a tone that brooked no objection. - Cry, let yourself go. That's it, smart girl. You don't have to tell anything, your old aunt already understands everything.

“You are not old,” Irishka grunted.

- Yes? The lady was surprised. - But yes, yes!...