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I ride for another five minutes, then I come to the room, get off of him and sit down on the sofa. Oleg sits down in his chair.

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“Well, how should you be my horse?”

– That’s great!

I would always drive you!

– I also liked it, but it’s not a big pity here.

The next sentence was born to him, obviously, not without the influence of beer:

– And let’s try tomorrow in the park in the park?

“What, you want to sell me into slavery?” I ask with a malicious grin.

“All right, Lar, what are you doing?” I thought you liked it. . .