Быть Гладу и Хладу / There will be Hunger and Cold: 6.

6. For a second, he imagined that these rocks were really the butt of an ancient stone giant who had fallen asleep and gradually become part of the landscape.

Camrad_RIP 10.07.25 в 06:33

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Camrad_RIP 10.07.25 в 06:33

No one will ever be able to count the number of cases in which powerful magicians and warriors, great schemers, veterans of every war imaginable, ultra-professional special agents from various organisations, and other such individuals died quickly and ingloriously, simply by falling into a well-planned ambush. Once caught, and before they had a chance to show off their coolness, experience, skills, and abilities, they quickly became corpses. This rule applied on both sides of reality, on Earth, in Broken, and in any other worlds where intelligent life existed. And even when it comes to non-intelligent life, one cannot say with complete certainty, yes. Everything is decided by readiness, planning, and timing, especially in the early stages, where one's own vulnerability and mortality do not forgive one's mistakes and carelessness, or the successes of others, when correctly used, moments arise.

Camrad_RIP 10.07.25 в 06:59

Ilya fell into a trap set by others, right at the moment when he was relaxed and pensive, completely unprepared for the events that followed. They were waiting for him right at the entrance to his familiar office, where he entered, lost in thought, most of which concerned his own adventures in Broken. He had barely used his smartphone to go online on his way to work. Although he almost always preferred to read at least the approximate news reports about Broken World on the first day, as a lot often depended on it. Still, he regularly moonlighted on the Forum even before becoming a diver, providing advice on build construction and the Broken World's lore, so it was quite logical for him to keep up with the latest news.

Camrad_RIP 10.07.25 в 07:02

But today he was completely absorbed in thoughts about his own path, his mistakes and successes, which is why he was caught like a baby. And what could he have done? Even if he had noticed the slightly strange looks of his colleagues, who responded with a slight delay to his gloomy greeting and wish for a good morning, it would not have changed anything. Ilya entered without even looking around, nodded to Gosha, expecting to receive another list of tasks for the day. Gosha coughed hoarsely, as if he wanted to say something, but at the last moment he changed his mind. Then Ilya caught a glimpse of some movement to his left and behind him. If Ilya Khvat, with his reflexes and attributes, had been there, he would have reacted, but Ilya was an ordinary person with no access to Wendigo's combat skills.

Camrad_RIP 10.07.25 в 07:03

And he was caught, like a small child, like a bird in a trap, like a criminal being tied up by police special forces. In an instant, a powerful blow struck his entire body, his hands were blocked, and a mighty and deafening scream rang out like a giant bell. And it would have been fine if it had been the classic ‘lie down, don't move, the Assembly's special anomaly control department is working on it,’ where at least it was clear what to do and what would happen next. No, instead of the security forces, who somehow learned about the peculiarities of his power-up, he fell into the hands of a completely different force. And here, all of Ilya's experience faltered, leaving him in a stupor, at the mercy of an irresistible force that continuously screamed in his ears.

Camrad_RIP 10.07.25 в 07:03

"Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you," A female voice, quite melodious, if only it weren't so loud, if only there hadn't been sudden physical contact with Ilya, who was unaccustomed to such a violent display of emotion. "Thank you very much, thank you, thank you very much!!!"

Camrad_RIP 10.07.25 в 07:06

His face burns with hot breath, smelling of caramel and cherries, and his freshly shaven cheeks are struck by the slightly cool and gentle lips of a woman kissing them. And then Ilya was lifted slightly and almost spun around in a dance, like some kind of mannequin, while continuing to thank them profusely and insistently. About six seconds into this aggressive greeting, Ilya realised that no one was going to arrest him and drag him off for questioning to some unknown location with predetermined objectives. By the twelfth second, he had even recovered enough to begin actively resisting what was happening, but he simply did not have time to take the pain-inducing break with an additional knee strike to the liver, as she let him go, showing remarkable intuition.

Camrad_RIP 10.07.25 в 07:07

The very one, feminine, legendary, and mythical in every respect.

Camrad_RIP 10.07.25 в 07:07

She was tall, definitely over six feet, because even Ilya, who was by no means short, looked up at her from just above her chin. She was blonde with wheat-coloured hair, natural, not like Sonya with her obsession with dyeing it, very beautiful and curvaceous, and also quite athletic. She wasn't pumped up, no, she was more into athletics and aerobics, like many of those who wanted to get a free trait in Broken, which was tied to athletics and physical training. Her eyes are bright blue, almost sky blue; her features are Nordic, even Scandinavian, hair is braided into a simple ponytail, but a bracelet with the runic symbol of the Proclamation of Flame is woven into it. It is clear that this is simply an imitation printed on a 3D printer, and not a real talisman created using the methods of the Broken by the hands of one of the fours.

Camrad_RIP 10.07.25 в 07:20

However, it is not only the trinket woven into her hair that gives the Broken vibes. There is also a very authentic choker necklace emulating the Ring of the Fire Maw, an artefact symbolic of the Warlock with an emphasis on the cursed flame, considered almost mandatory to purchase. Runes of protection and fire in the form of a print on a T-shirt and a handmade craft belt with a badge bearing the seal of the Fire of the Igniter in the attribute of The Bestower of Punishment. Someone clearly did not hide their passions and obviously knew in advance who exactly they would be playing in Broken — one of the superstitions of the new Earth, assuring that such decorations will increase the chance of getting the desired class when creating a Twin. Well, or maybe she bought the attributes after her first dive just for fun, purely to show off how cool she was.

Camrad_RIP 10.07.25 в 07:22

Instantly, Ilya realised who he was looking at and what they were thanking him for, which made it hard for him to stop himself from slapping himself in the face. Moreover, he had not yet decided whose face he would slap — his own or that of this girl of twenty, exactly twenty, and not eighteen, as he had initially thought from Maria's words, who had managed to fall into the clutches of the natives in such a stupid way. He had to summon all the tact and gallantry that still lingered in his body to refrain from accusing her to her face. Ilya had always considered arguments such as ‘it's her own fault’ directed at girls and women who had become victims of violence in Broken to be, to put it mildly, the natural rot of human society.

Camrad_RIP 10.07.25 в 07:25

In his view, no amount of nonsense could justify the guilt of all kinds of bastards... but in some cases, he wanted to brutally kill the aboriginal rapist and gnaw on his bones, and beat the victim long and hard with a pointer on his fingers until he learned the rules of safe integration into aboriginal society by heart. The main thing now is not to say such things out loud, otherwise they might very well caress his face with that very palm, with the only difference being that the palm would first be clenched into a fist. And while he was trying to construct a rough plan for a dialogue and gather back the fragments of broken patterns and expectations from the morning that had gone awry, a female voice, but one that was very familiar, sounded from the opposite side. Full of self-satisfaction, tenderness, and hidden malice, which in the whole office could belong to only one person. Or rather, only one woman.

Camrad_RIP 10.07.25 в 07:25

"Ilya – Irina. Irina – Ilya." Please love and cherish each other. – Maria now seemed to be bursting with self-satisfaction and some kind of sincere joy at having played a well-planned prank. "This is my friend, the one you helped on the phone back then."

Camrad_RIP 10.07.25 в 17:47

"I think I figured it out," Ilya said in response, looking at the cosplay of the Warlock's class attributes. "Well, I'm glad I could be of use."

Camrad_RIP 10.07.25 в 09:30

"And I'm so happy, you can't even imagine!" Ilya again barely managed to refrain from an old man's groan when, amid the muffled laughter of his colleagues, he was once again hugged so tightly that his ribs cracked alarmingly and he had trouble breathing. "Especially the look on that little shit's face when he realized what was about to happen! Damn, it's worth dying for! So... thank you, thank you, thank you!!!"

Camrad_RIP 10.07.25 в 17:48

The stifled coughing of his colleagues became even more pronounced, causing Ilya's eyes to twitch, but he simply couldn't figure out how to react. No, he had helped people in similar situations before, but somehow everything had gone more smoothly, or had been limited to messages on the Forum, occasionally confirmed by an additional bonus to the person who had helped them from the grateful survivors. No one had come to thank him personally yet, especially beautiful girls, especially ones who were so, well, emotional. It's not that he was so against her company, but she was so persistent! And the situation itself, when the whole office was watching his painful attempts to conduct a conversation in an extremely businesslike manner, caused a dull desire to throw his colleagues, who were mocking his awkwardness, out the window.

Camrad_RIP 10.07.25 в 17:49

Maria, if anything, will be the first to go, and Sonya, who is currently delighting the world with her acid-green hair, will follow her friend right behind. Fortunately, after expressing her initial gratitude and enthusiastic squeals, Irina, who can be called simply Ira or even Irka, but definitely not Irusik or Irochk, calmed down a little, and the dialogue became less one-sided. She at least began to give him a pause to respond. A huge step forward in their unexpected and unwanted relationship. And so, when she suggested going to a large-scale party in a very decent restaurant to celebrate her release and her revenge, Ilya thanked the universe that today it was his turn again to sort through Malenkov's tasks, who would never forgive him for not filling out the forms on time.

Camrad_RIP 10.07.25 в 17:51

"No, no, colleague, don't worry, I've already assigned this task to Kremnik, you can go, I'll personally cover for you in front of the executive if there are any questions." It is unclear when a portly, balding man in his sixties, who entered their office and looked at the world through thick glasses, as if declaring aloud how much he despised vision correction and even simple lenses, dealt the final blow to Ilya, who had almost renounced his dubious honor. “Well, don't look at me like that, colleague. I may be a harsh man who demands strict fulfillment of duties from everyone, but I'm not completely heartless! What do you think, that I'm not even human?”

Camrad_RIP 10.07.25 в 17:52

The look of malicious envy on Maxim Kremnik's face, who had been assigned someone else's work, slightly improved Ilya's mood, as he remembered every attempt to frame him by his disliked colleague. But only slightly, especially when colleagues from neighboring offices came to offer their congratulations, as did the deputy head of their entire office, who personally said that he had always known that Ilya was someone who could be relied upon. With a slight horror that turned into something much more serious, Ilya began to realize that Mashenka's loose tongue had not only revealed his role in the liberation of the young Warlock from treacherous Eastern captivity. No, she had told everyone about it, apparently embellishing the real contribution of the modest LORE expert.

Camrad_RIP 10.07.25 в 17:54

And Irina, who came to thank him personally, embodying the general impression of a “cool and sexy diver,” ultimately crushed his hopes of getting out of the upcoming drinking session with the universal excuse, “I have work to do, my evil boss will scold me.” Yeah, right, a super cool diver, yeah. A whole year in Broken, eight full cycles, and she only died once. And the fact that most of that time she ran around Wild Territories and hid in sand dunes from all kinds of hungry chthonic creatures, trying not to starve to death and get back to people, is just a detail. Ilya, who knew perfectly well that she had lived for almost a year solely thanks to FoFa's connivance and her virtuoso ability to run away, was seized with a fierce attack of Spanish shame at the reaction of those around him to Irina's coolness.

Camrad_RIP 10.07.25 в 17:56

All he could do was force a smile and let himself be dragged along by the girls who had run off to go for a walk. The only thought in his head, apart from plans for revenge for all the good things, turned out to be a perfectly logical question: let's say his unscheduled day off is understandable, after all, his services and useful advice have been advertised so much that it's touching and infuriating at the same time. But why the hell did they give Maria, who also ran away with her friend, a paid day off? For moral support and mastery of the talent “Spreading Rumors” at the highest level? If Maria had been allowed to connect to the Mechanism, she would have been guaranteed the title of Storyteller. Broken loses a lot without such an outstanding person in its ranks. That is Ilya's humble opinion.

Camrad_RIP 10.07.25 в 18:10

And no one will convince him otherwise.

Camrad_RIP 10.07.25 в 09:31

Apparently, the girl not only successfully committed suicide but also managed to make money from it, receiving the essence and immediately withdrawing a considerable part of the proceeds to pay for the revelry. It is common practice among divers to always thank Fate and Fortune for their success, lest FaFo not forgive them next time. Ilya was three hundred percent sure that the authorities encouraged such superstitions, which were not proven by anything, in every possible way, using intrusive and non-intrusive types of propaganda. They benefit from divers who spend everything they earn immediately, putting the money they receive from selling essence back into the economy without accumulating it. This not only sponsors the entertainment and service industries, but also reduces the risk of euro credit depreciation.

Camrad_RIP 10.07.25 в 18:11

Irina-Ira-Irochka didn't skimp on the party, that's for sure, renting out an entire hall in a very decent restaurant with authentic cuisine and a beautiful “old-fashioned” interior, as if the designers wanted to recreate the interior of one of the taverns in Broken. Of course, it wasn't the Split Coin, which was an exact replica of the inn of the same name, where those who would later found the Citadel first met and got drunk. That place was originally not so much an inn as a small fortress and fortified caravanserai, a transit point in the wild lands. But even with a lot of money, it is extremely difficult to get into SC, unless you have a direct invitation from one of the regular and respected patrons, or you are an official diver of at least the third level. The second is also possible, but only with an invitation from at least three other patrons, even if they are not VIPs.

Camrad_RIP 10.07.25 в 18:13

Let's just say that the place Irina picked was kind of like a cheap version, but not the cheapest, and the food was pretty good. There were a lot of people there, and Irina had a ton of friends and buddies. Some individuals broke the mold with their clothes, style, and elements of all subcultures at once. And they all thanked him and respectfully patted him on the shoulder, asked if he really had a London diploma, asked all sorts of nonsense, and, damn it, wouldn't calm down. Maria and her friend took care of the communication for him, continuing Ilya's PR campaign hour after hour. He caught other glances, openly hostile, as if they were jealous of the cheerful beauty. One young man, about the same age as Irina, stood out in particular, vaguely reminiscent of that very same sun lamp from Broken. Whether he was a brother, a love interest, or an admirer stuck in the friend zone, Ilya didn't know and didn't want to know, let alone ask directly.

Camrad_RIP 10.07.25 в 18:15

"And then he, that bastard, says to me, hey, you unfaithful daughter of a whore, have you come to your senses, or should I continue to drill my father's teachings into you, pour them into you, shove them down your throat, and all that?” Irina was already quite drunk, so much so that she recounted the very humiliating and salacious details of her captivity without any inhibitions, although the Mechanism's mental defense played a role here, as did the fact that she had closed this gestalt. "And I'm silent, my head down, waiting, waiting, waiting, and-and-and-and... I waited! They all came in at once, together, and even came up close and closed the door behind them. And he kicks me with his fat leg, and I look him straight in the eye and smile. At that moment, my veins were glowing like fire all over my body, and marks appeared on top of my shackles. That's when he naturally emptied himself, and it smelled like shit. But, bitch, not for long!"

Camrad_RIP 10.07.25 в 18:16

Drunken laughter fills the room, someone raises a glass and toasts to the idea that any aboriginal who even thinks of harming an earthling will immediately shit his pants in fear of retribution, someone adds that pretty aboriginal women might react a little differently. Everyone is having fun, everyone is laughing, and Ilya mentally notes that the ritual was performed at the very edge, because normally, the scheme he suggested to Irina should strike immediately, instantly, so that the freak does not have time to apply protection or otherwise escape. He was untalented, but he came from a family where there were three such people, and his bodyguard was also one of the talented, local, unknown people. The very same “despicable rabble that by mistake of the Mechanism received its blessing,” as the nobles of Broken like to say.

Camrad_RIP 10.07.25 в 18:18

In general, if all eight of them, including one of her kidnapper's brothers who had come to visit and assess the delicious unfaithful stranger who did not know the Laws of the Father, had not been so stupid, they could have not only retreated, but also simply killed or just knocked her out, breaking her spell. It would have been a shame, but Ilya didn't want to spoil everyone's mood with his boring whining, not only because no one would hear him in such a commotion, but also because they might try to smash his face in. No one likes those who spoil the party, regardless of whether they are the cause of the celebration or not.

Camrad_RIP 12.07.25 в 15:22

"It blew up spectacularly, engulfing the entire dungeon in flames, red as my fucking blood." Any killed diver or local who has found a way to revive can observe the surrounding world and those who were nearby at the moment of death for a few seconds after their death, and some talents increase this period as a primary or additional element of leveling up. "Honestly, I didn't expect it myself. The stone melted. The iron on the grate became so hot that it began to bend under its own weight. One of them covered himself with something, but he only ran a little longer, the bastard, you could see his bones. Hey, Lenchik, why are you so green?"

Camrad_RIP 12.07.25 в 15:33

"It's okay, Ir, go ahead, everything's fine." A young man, introduced as the cousin of the guest of honor, hastily put back on his plate the pork rib he had just taken from the hot plate. "I was just thinking about something. About my own."

Camrad_RIP 12.07.25 в 15:34

Irina continued to recount her final blow for the thirteenth time, which had earned her two drops of essence. She had almost earned the first one anyway, according to her, but the second one was honestly awarded by the Mechanism for killing two gifted individuals and a group of high-ranking natives. All in all, it was a normal reward, although Ilya would have preferred not to spend it so recklessly. It was not yet certain that after resurrection, she would be able to survive even a little longer. Often, the first death triggers a spiral of doom, and that's it, they catch you at the moment of rebirth, and you can happily stay there. Let the diver always be reborn at the beginning of the next cycle and always where there is no observation or traps, but a naked and barefoot woman in the middle of a big city of fanatics worshipping the chief misogynist of the Broken won't have to look for trouble, they'll find her themselves.

Camrad_RIP 10.07.25 в 18:20

"Something doesn't add up... I heard the instructions for this crap, read them, I mean." That same blond guy who looks like a lantern from Broken was talking to Irina, but he was giving Ilya such looks that he was about to ask him to leave. "There's no explosion there, ik! Just... that... just, that thing, spontaneous combustion."

Camrad_RIP 12.07.25 в 15:37

"And this is not a standard scheme that can be found in the help bureau, I checked later." The diver smiles a broad smile, stretching sweetly and almost knocking over a glass of some kind of cocktail. "Ilya made me a personalized plan with an emphasis on all the talents I've managed to acquire and develop. Plus, the ritual itself is one of the more complicated ones. I had a hard time finding it on the Forum, right in the depths. And, what's cool, it's literally tailored to my conditions — so that the shackles with the collar are blackened, so that the camera-dungeon has iron bars, and so that the build is almost like mine. So he recalculated it right away to suit me, adjusted it on the fly!"

Camrad_RIP 10.07.25 в 18:22

Everyone looked at Ilya as if he had suddenly grown horns or wings, which made him want to ask everyone to look somewhere else. Realizing that they would not leave him alone, he tiredly rubbed his face and began to explain with his fingers that he had not been counting anything on the go, that it was difficult to do such things without specific talents, and that it was better to count in Broken. He simply knew the basic typology of self-immolation rituals from the outset, shuffling individual ready-made blocks — for this, it was not necessary to have access to the skills of the Twin, the very erudition for which earthlings are so famous was enough.

Camrad_RIP 10.07.25 в 18:23

"Smartass. “Almost inaudibly, the blond said, downing another shot of tequila and casting increasingly unfriendly glances at Ilya. ”Bitch."

Camrad_RIP 10.07.25 в 18:24

The diver, who could read lips, smiled slightly, trying not to turn that smile into a sneer. It was difficult to provoke him since childhood, but if he got angry, he could literally bite someone's face off. In one after-school fight, when he and a couple of friends, foolishly venturing into a rough neighborhood, were cornered by a small gang of welfare recipients, he actually bit through the arm of the guy who had him in a chokehold. And the mess around him had now reached the point where it would be easier for him to resort to a fight.

Camrad_RIP 12.07.25 в 15:39

Fortunately or unfortunately, the remnants of decency were still strong, and the drinking was gradually coming to an end, so everyone who wanted to have fun began to gather either at home or to catch up even more. Ilya tactfully and skillfully slipped away, saying he was going out for a smoke, even though he had long since quit. Breathing in the heavy, cold night air, full of city dust, listening to the quiet hum of passing electric transport, he finally came to his senses. The whole day was ruined, honestly. It wasn't that he didn't like noisy companies, but he clearly felt like he was just a spare part at this celebration of life. He hardly knew anyone here, except for Maria. Everyone had their own private jokes, shared adventures, and connections, and he was on the sidelines. He could have eaten something delicious and drunk something hot at home, just by ordering it.

Camrad_RIP 12.07.25 в 15:40

ЭSorry, Il, I didn't notice right away that you weren't very happy." Well, at least she's not calling me “Ilyusha” anymore, that's progress, and not insignificant. "Honestly, I've been like drunk since morning, and now, after getting drunk again, my brain has sobered up a little. I'm really grateful and feel terrible that you were uncomfortable hanging out with us here. And I'm not just saying that, don't get me wrong."

Camrad_RIP 12.07.25 в 15:42

A quiet notification sounded, and a quick check revealed that his personal payment account had been credited with one hundred and fifty eurocredits. That's about half a drop of essence, give or take, depending on the exchange rate, yes. Ilya, working in a very respectable position at a successful company, which is also heavily subsidized by the state, usually earns fifty or a little more eurocredits in a typical month, and even then, it often boils down to forty. In his best months, when he received a bonus on top of his bonus and a thirteenth salary on top of that, he earned just over eighty eurocredits, but that was rare.

Camrad_RIP 10.07.25 в 18:26

Another ten to twenty credits came from regular, but not particularly burdensome, part-time work on the Forum, purely on issues related to LORE and builds. Helping to compile talent selections, providing advice on cultural code types, and outlining tactics for filling specific lacunae. Tasks like these. He could have done this permanently, making it his main job, but he didn't want to risk his current position, which he had obtained through a combination of good luck and a certain amount of nepotism and cronyism. Besides, he didn't particularly enjoy communicating with clients, among whom there were always those who wanted to find fault with the work already done at any cost in order to be able to withdraw payment through the Forum.

Camrad_RIP 12.07.25 в 15:44

He loved the mysteries of Broken. He loved to immerse himself in them and collect for himself and only himself a picture of its individual stories, but he did not consider it sacrilegious to earn money from it. No, he was not that exalted. It was too tedious, burdensome, turning his hobby into just another job, thereby depriving him of the pleasure of that hobby. Even with his existing income, Ilya had enough to maintain and pay taxes on his personal living space, which was larger than the current standard for densely populated agglomerations of nine square meters. It was enough for normal food, paying for his hobbies, and numerous purchases of restricted information through the Forum. In fact, most of his disposable income was spent on his hobby. Otherwise, he would have lived a much more expensive and luxurious life. Or maybe not, because Ilya preferred a modest lifestyle, not even buying a personal vehicle, although he could easily afford one.

Camrad_RIP 12.07.25 в 15:46

For some, it is much harder; for others, it is more complicated. A typical clerk, manager, or technician from the offices five floors below represented the notorious lower middle class, earning a good twenty credits a month, plus some crumbs from subsidies and government payments. Social welfare recipients and those on reduced benefits most often live on as much as five credits a month. Yes, they have free housing, mostly cheap food, a bunch of humanitarian programs, and unlimited access to virtual worlds where you can kill elven princesses and save space dragons. But that's not life, is it? It's a meaningless existence where you don't have to survive and have everything you need, but life, a different, living, dynamic life, rushes past you.

Camrad_RIP 12.07.25 в 15:51

It is not surprising that so many young people join gangs, subcultures that are not much different from gangs, Luddites, or followers of the Seven. Anything is better than a dull, gray existence. However, states are doing quite well, so more people are turning to the virtual world, especially for large projects developed and even supported with the help of essential technologies. The drama of space or fantasy clan wars is serious, and the cries of the humiliated and burned regularly seep into the real world. To the point that the victorious clan can be locked up in the den where they are celebrating their victory, and burned to hell.

Camrad_RIP 12.07.25 в 15:53

And then, here, he gets such a boost from a young lady he doesn't know at all, who seems to be really grateful to him. To be honest, Ilya's work did not deserve such a reward, even if we disregard the fact that the diving assistance bureau would have helped her for free. Although the specialists there are, on average, noticeably worse than Ilya, so they would have given her standard instructions on suicide, and that would have been it. Effective, but more focused on escape through death than on revenge against captors. However, Irina really didn't want to go to that bureau and officially register herself as a diver, although he didn't understand why. It's just... she's not hiding, openly admitting it to her friends and loved ones, and she carries around characteristic paraphernalia. Although okay, the paraphernalia could just be mistaken for chunibyo, but not the regular parties that are beyond her means, and the large sums of money coming from an anonymous Forum account.

Camrad_RIP 11.07.25 в 18:16

And so, it all came down to her asking a bunch of her friends for help, but only Maria was able to help, which bothered Ilya. In principle, he would have been satisfied with payment in the form of a cup of coffee. For help in escaping from such captivity, people try not to demand payment if possible. This is not an axiom, but rather a kind of established etiquette, which those who like to get more while paying less, or even get paid extra, often like to abuse. No, for him, this money is not superfluous. It would allow him to legally increase his expenses without risking cashing in his existing essence reserves, but still, part of him didn't want to take it.

Camrad_RIP 11.07.25 в 18:14

Yesterdays Ilya received a very substantial sum, which for Irina amounts to a quarter of the essence received for her own death. Todays Ilya received literally pennies, because a hundred times more awaits him; he just needs to find a way to cash it in without attracting attention. He can't help but feel like an evil pimp and dishonest swindler, cheating a beautiful girl out of her money.

Camrad_RIP 11.07.25 в 18:10

"If you try to take it back, I'll be offended and give you a slap." Irina immediately interrupted his musings, surprisingly accurately interpreting his train of thought. "And now, monsieur, would you be so kind as to escort a slightly tipsy young lady to her home? In recent months, all sorts of villains have been running rampant in the streets! Without a protector, it's scary to get out of a taxi!’

Camrad_RIP 11.07.25 в 18:11

Great, she's even trying to seduce him, first taking him to a restaurant and giving him a very large sum of money as a gift. No, Ilya was not in the least bit sexist, but even he had to ask himself a perfectly logical question at that moment: who was hitting on whom, and who was going to fuck whom? He had already almost said a polite refusal, skilfully pretending that he had not understood or noticed any hints, but then he looked into the tipsy, yet still quite sober, eyes of the girl, who was more than ten years younger than him, smiling a sincerely happy smile. He remembered her figure, the feeling of her soft lips on his cheeks, and asked himself an even more logical question.

Camrad_RIP 11.07.25 в 18:08

Why not?

Camrad_RIP 11.07.25 в 18:07