Быть Гладу и Хладу / There will be Hunger and Cold: 13. Конечно же, на всей дистанции замысла узких мест столько, что он суть одно сплошное узкое место, уже игольного ушка

13. Of course, there are so many bottlenecks along the entire distance of the design that it is essentially one continuous bottleneck, narrower than the eye of a needle

Camrad_RIP 25.09.25 в 10:35

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Camrad_RIP 25.09.25 в 10:25

The appearance of the deadly dwarf, who moonlighted as a mid-level criminal boss, embodied a vivid picture of strong satisfaction with the results of certain events. The result lay before him on the tea table, divided into bags, tied with string, and gathered into bundles. Separate from the herbs ordered in advance, those that Ilya had brought with him and not left in another stash in the middle of the wasteland, lay the plants and mineral stones that he had managed to grab along the way. The total amount was about half or even more than what he would receive for the order, despite the fact that Ilya had taken with him not everything, but only the most perishable and not too valuable items.

Camrad_RIP 25.09.25 в 10:38

Far to the side lay neat piles of armoured Sheller plates and the teeth of a bull corps-eater. Or rather, the teeth weren't on the table, but in a cheap beer mug filled with the strongest booze in the teahouse. Burn away the poison and the aura of death so that you don't die of infection later from just scratching your skin with a sharp bone. Or even just from holding it in your hands and forgetting to wash your hands afterwards. Counting his profits, Chif looks at Ilya-Svyatyk with frank good nature, bargaining more for the sake of propriety than actually trying to knock down the price. Ilya had initially named a price below market value according to his own understanding.

Camrad_RIP 27.09.25 в 16:56

"Next time, make your price higher, Svyatik, or they'll cheat you out of your entire purse." Having finished the bargain, Chif began to count his earnings, as he had done last time, only for what he had received immediately, promising to give the rest in two days, when they would take the stash left by Ilya. "It's not a farm here. Everyone immediately asks for either seven times more if they're selling, or nine times less if they're buying. And then they haggle with each other until they get tired of it and agree on a normal price. It's fine with me. I'm not a shopkeeper myself, I don't want to get my mouth dirty, but some traders take offence."

Camrad_RIP 27.09.25 в 17:01

Ilya, who understood this, deliberately took advantage of the fact that this “good man,” unless he was a buyer, would not care about haggling. This saved a considerable amount of time, so here again, the simple-minded man's behavior worked to his advantage. However, he was not fooled by the kindness and advice of others, even in small matters, and understood perfectly well that most of Chif's patronage was not born out of concern for him. Ilya was profitable for him, managing to quickly close simple but quite lucrative deals, which were usually carried out by a group of two or three collectors under the cover of security guards, which is why each of the participants had to pay. Chif sees potential in Ilya and therefore does not want to lose that potential. He is willing to invest a little in valuable personnel, since his investments cost him nothing and, like any sound advice, are absolutely priceless.

Camrad_RIP 25.09.25 в 15:03

"Well, you did well." Glancing at the armour plates laid out in a row, he adds, with a slight hint of uncertainty and irritation. "I don't like to ask, but are you sure there's nothing left of the beast's entrails? Not even scraps or spilled blood? The plates are completely fresh, I know that. Surely there was nothing to collect, eh? If anything, I can easily sell them so that no one will ask where these beautiful things came from. And if they do ask, I can point to the door."

Camrad_RIP 27.09.25 в 17:09

It is clear that he suspects Ilya of having managed to obtain the most valuable entrails of the beast and now simply hopes to sell them to someone else, not the Chif. But at the same time, he understands that a simple farm hunter cannot kill such a creature, so he does not really believe in the existence of such prey. But he admits, yes, which is why he says, almost directly, that he can not only sell the goods, but also do it quietly, without unnecessary words and questions to the simple peasant Svyatik.

Camrad_RIP 25.09.25 в 10:40

"If only." The earthling waved his hand wearily and sadly, scratching his chin, which was covered with a short beard. "The creature ate everything, liver, gallbladder, everything of value."

Camrad_RIP 25.09.25 в 15:08

"Well, if she ate it, she ate it." The criminal did not engage in conflict or interrogate his client, limiting himself to one final question. "Did you see the creature that killed the Sheller, or perhaps find any traces of it?"

Camrad_RIP 27.09.25 в 17:10

"No, there were no traces left. The blizzard had passed." Part of Ilya wanted to describe the damage and minor indirect evidence that the poor armoured creature had been torn apart by a vendigo, but caution proved stronger than the desire to laugh, because someone clever, to whom Chif would recount the details, could well recognise them and start preparing the guards at the gates to search for the camouflaged creature. ‘Everything was covered in snow, there are rocks all around, no traces. It was struck in the neck and forehead. The skull was deeply pierced. The teeth on the bones are large, probably from a large cat of some kind. But I can't swear to it.’

Camrad_RIP 27.09.25 в 18:18

Ilya had no idea why, but he had the feeling that the dwarf didn't fully believe him, that Ilya-Svyatik hadn't convinced him, despite all his acting talent. This, however, did not prevent Vozh from paying the agreed amount and promising to send someone quickly for the rest of the weed. Well, at least this time he didn't make a stash with drugs, but simply with alchemical precursors, and not for drugs, but for various doping and enhancing compounds. Also, their “dialogue,” during which Ilya preferred to grunt and remain silent, was enlivened by the latest rumors, which a satisfied Vozh did not even bother to mention in passing. It is clear that he was not talking about the price of turnips, nor the love affairs of his brother's neighbor, his godfather's distant acquaintance, his mother's friend's son, but raised much more interesting topics.

Camrad_RIP 25.09.25 в 15:26

For example, he said that the very “case” about the strange and terrifying creature that was making people disappear, including even local criminals, had been resolved. There was a lot of commotion, they say, and the personal guard of the ruler surrounded and seized everything, but there were quite a few witnesses to how many corpses were hanging on hooks there. Ilya showed no interest, although he listened attentively, especially about the gifted individuals who had taken up the investigation. Well, good luck to them. Ilya left no traces. He doesn't take off his disguise, he successfully escaped from the accidental search ritual “hot on the trail” by going on a hike, so if he doesn't screw up, they won't catch him. Well, unless the “Ryuk effect” happens and the investigator with a detective class doesn't run into Ilya on the street.

Camrad_RIP 25.09.25 в 16:44

The rest of the news evoked far less emotion in his heart, although it was not entirely uninteresting. For example, someone had successfully nailed down two gifted members of the formally free squad, which in reality was a kind of knightly spearhead of noble houses. Only it was not intended for tournaments or noble wars, but purely to keep those very adventurers, free and not so free, in obedience. So that, so to speak, they would sell only to those who needed it, for whatever price they were told, and not forget to bring gifts. Chif was looking forward to the next division of the most delicious “herbal” places of power along the Ridge around the city, while everyone else diligently exchanged suspicious glances in anticipation of the slaughter — no one could determine exactly who had “disappeared” that detachment.

Camrad_RIP 25.09.25 в 16:53

And no, it was definitely not Ilya, because there was a full-fledged crowd of three dozen well-armed snouts, literally knightly spears, not weak ones, just on foot. And the gifted ones were seasoned ones. They've been around Lazy for at least a decade. Ilya would only risk touching such a crowd first, from an ambush, after taking out the extras and hitting at least one of the gifted ones. Otherwise, the crowd would stab him, and even a build stronger than usual would not help. And then this crowd simply disappeared into one of the raids, as always, without telling anyone where they were going, who had given them the task, and so on. Only the heart-to-heart amulets showed the death of both gifted ones and their deputies from the “gang.”

Camrad_RIP 25.09.25 в 16:57

Ilya could make such people disappear, but only after thorough preparation, studying the enemy in advance, and managing to catch them at a convenient moment. Moreover, he would only be able to do this if there were no other option, when an attack became the only possible outcome. In other cases, a normal diver would not get messed up with a well-coordinated and dangerous group of natives, regardless of his personal morals. These are not slaughter of remote villages for drops and ritual enhancements; you can really die here. Alone, Ilya would not have taken the risk, that's a fact, but in a pair... If he had good cover from another combat diver with Earth training... then yes, it would not be easy, but it would be a perfectly achievable task.

Camrad_RIP 27.09.25 в 18:24

He recalls there were two earthling divers in the image of a marker mark?

Camrad_RIP 27.09.25 в 18:25

If something bad happens in a place where divers congregate, such as murders or something similar, it often turns out that one or another diver is involved in the incident. The main thing here is not to look for black roses in an unlit night garden, otherwise you can blame any event on the divers. Even if you just stubbed your little toe on the corner of the tabletop! But you shouldn't dismiss the influence of their FaFo attributes either, because, like Ilya himself, they have a strong tendency to get themselves into bad situations, even ones that you would have to try hard to get into and still might not.

Camrad_RIP 27.09.25 в 18:29

It seemed clear to the Earthling that Chif also had his own suspicions about the murder, but the little man was in no hurry to share them and had no intention of doing so. Ilya wisely refrained from being presumptuous and asking questions, preferring to remain silent and listen. They parted on good terms, and Ilya trudged back to his quarters, first walking around the city and even buying a bottle of nalivka and a large baked pie with eggs and onions. After long days and nights of hiking, where he had to eat raw meat and the simple rations he had brought with him, he desperately wanted something tasty.

Camrad_RIP 27.09.25 в 18:31

No one tried to rob, stop, or kill him, so he reached his host's house without any obstacles, but there he had to suppress a heavy sigh again. Running his eyes around, slightly frightened, Limp told him that he was being sought, and not by just anyone, but by Mormyshka himself. Allorik Mormyshka was the name of a certain well-known individual who was not particularly gifted, but who led a large and very successful band of raiders who went on deep raids, combing through the Ridge, sometimes reaching as far as the full-fledged badlands. Well, if you believe their drunken stories, but they all say such things when drunk, and don't seem to contradict each other too much in their statements.

Camrad_RIP 27.09.25 в 18:32

In reality, it's not so bad; you could say it's full recognition from someone who definitely wants to give him a job, and to do so by the customs. He didn't come himself or with his whole gang, so it would be awkward to refuse, and the recruitment would be considered coercive, but he sent someone with an offer to meet. And not just to meet, but in a good restaurant with a reputation, where he definitely wouldn't be carried out dead. In general, he approached it nicely and correctly, as a normal boss should approach a really desirable employee.

Camrad_RIP 27.09.25 в 18:34

Ilya was not surprised in the slightest, as such a turn of events was bound to happen. In a relatively short period of time, he had successfully built himself a reputation worthy of a simple man. It was not enough to suspect him of being gifted, but it was enough to make him stand out from the crowd. Successful solo raids on the wastelands, returning with loot each time, an equally successful ‘duel’ with a hired blade, as well as the story with Mutuzy, all of which contributed to his reputation. The very fact that he was still alive, while the buyer had lost his men and part of his aforementioned reputation. As a result, the image of a dashing, completely reckless, badass, but at the same time intelligent and quick-witted redneck was finally cemented.

Camrad_RIP 27.09.25 в 18:42

All that remained for Ilya was to complete this image, gradually pumping himself up and gaining new and new drops, until he knocked out the most delicious targets near the city. By that time, he could think about ‘finding’ some ruins or the remains of an underground complex with some altar parts in the Ridge and ‘manage’ to obtain the Grace of the Mechanism, officially becoming gifted. It is desirable not to say anything directly, so that he is identified only by hints and clues, and only by those whom he himself wanted to hint to. And then, of course, the earthling who has already grown into the society and structure of the city will be suppressed, but within tolerable limits.

Camrad_RIP 27.09.25 в 18:43

Like, you bring us tasty treats, you sell whatever we tell you to, but we shouldn't put on a collar and cage... because then everyone else who works with this lucky bastard won't miss out, and we'll have to appease them somehow. Actually, this is a golden dream, literally the ideal scenario for future events, which Ilya doesn't believe in, but will try to achieve anyway. A lone wolf on individual contracts, enjoying the patronage of several small and medium-sized factions, not forgetting to repay those who provide that patronage, but formally still independent, able to work on commission, deliver the desired results, and keep quiet about it. Of course, there are so many bottlenecks throughout the entire plan that it is essentially one continuous bottleneck, already as narrow as the eye of a needle, but it is possible to work with it.

Camrad_RIP 27.09.25 в 18:46

So he will work, yes.

Camrad_RIP 25.09.25 в 16:58

So Ilya did not refuse the invitation, chatted a little with Limp, drank a bottle of vodka with him, broke off the real wax seal with the emblem of the Drinking Workshop, and celebrated his return from the Ridge. The rest of the servants said a word or two, and even the widowed mistress of the house came in and wished them well. The woman was still somewhat lost, as if in a stupor after the death of her husband, but she remained the owner of the house and was under the protection of the Apiary Workshop, so everyone stood up, bowed their heads, and politely thanked her for her kind words.

Camrad_RIP 27.09.25 в 18:53

Limp bowed particularly deeply, as did the servants, but Svyatik merely tilted his head. He was here as a guest, but he paid for his own board and lodging and was under no obligation to show more respect than a simple, kind guest who owed nothing to the lady of the house who had taken him in. This is another reason not to disregard the memory of the Twin when creating a character, because such small moments, which are not even etiquette but simply customs, permeate society from all sides. It is too easy to get caught up in trifles or even not get caught, but to be rude out of ignorance, seriously quarrelling with the person you are talking to.

Camrad_RIP 27.09.25 в 18:54

Only after retiring to his room did he allow himself to breathe a little, bathe in a generously supplied barrel of warm water, ignore the rather thick hint from the not-so-pretty and, importantly, married maid about rubbing his back, and then lie down on the bed. Clean and almost non-prickly sheets are much more pleasant to the body than a hard rock, but not as soft and gentle as a snowdrift. And yet he falls asleep, allowing himself to sink into the darkness of dreams with a restless slumber, alert and ready at any moment to wake up with a swift attack, defence, or escape. Fortunately for all parties, no one disturbed his sleep until morning.

Camrad_RIP 27.09.25 в 18:57

"The Anchor Chain, not far from the market square, there's a huge piece of a boat nailed to the roof with iron nails, you can't miss it." Limp, yawning sweetly and very sad because Svyatyk only had one bottle of good drink, explained the route quite clearly, even showing a map on his fingers. "That's where Sailor rules, that's why they gave the tavern such a funny name. Where's the sea here, eh? There's no sea, but there's an anchor chain hanging right on the wall in the main hall! He wastes so much good iron, an idiot, isn't?

Camrad_RIP 27.09.25 в 19:42

Listening to the story of the sea wolf who had fled to the lands of the Ridge, who was not the captain of a private pirate ship but the first mate on a ship belonging to the coast guard, Ilya was thinking about something else entirely. No, the twists and turns of the undoubtedly hundred times imagined and thousand times rehashed story of Sailor who fled from an unjust trial were amusing, even somewhat inspiring, enough to make a two or three seasons of VR show. An unbroken fighter against corruption and smuggling, who accidentally saw too much, did not turn a blind eye to the trials of those in power, and is now paying the price at the edge of the world. Wow, what an image. Cast a woman in the lead role, preferably a pretty one, definitely from Asia, because in the last ten years the best series on this theme have been made by Asians, add a love story, a charismatic antagonist, and an open ending. It will turn out absolutely awesome, even if it goes into production right now.

Camrad_RIP 28.09.25 в 05:46

But no, Ilya wasn't worried about selling his new idea to Solji, Valiant, or even the still-unsinkable Netflix, since they themselves had access to the Forum and unlimited supplies of top-quality drugs. He was preoccupied with thoughts of his own development, more than two dozen drops in a stone bowl, which needed to be used somehow. Initially, he planned to improve his Form and Shapeshifting altogether, but now he began to have doubts. He would be able to collect another twenty drops quickly if his development regime was not disrupted, so the two key class talents would not go anywhere.

Camrad_RIP 28.09.25 в 05:49

But the bone he'd received by pure chance and FaFo's grace had really stirred his inner perfectionist. He wanted to gain enough strength to work on this bone quickly and finally acquire a proper weapon, one that would suit his second form and fully synergize with his build. But then he'd need to level up his Carver and then his Hunting Beast — one to carve the weapon, the other to be able to use it properly, integrating it with the Twin's fighting style. The only thing holding him back was that his second level of Carver wouldn't be enough to work with such a bone anyway, and for now, the Hunting Beast was far less necessary than his form. It wasn't too late to radically change his leveling plans, but it would require thinking, calculating, and tabulating, and all of this is much easier to accomplish with access to programs and grids on a computer than out in the wild.

Camrad_RIP 28.09.25 в 06:00

So Ilya listened to Limp's chatter but didn't really pay attention, lost in his own thoughts and glad that his mask persona was so laconic. Nods and assent were all that was needed. And everyone was happy, and no one was offended. The Earthling didn't allow himself to relax in the city, so he made his way to the tavern already braced, his eyes darting around, prepared for anything. Pickpockets, seeing his scowling mug and not noticing the purse tucked under his belt, preferred to leave the redneck alone as he went about his business. The bouncer at the entrance to this rather respectable tavern merely gave Ilya a professionally grim look and pointed to the table where he was expected. And indeed, they were waiting, not the gang leader, but his second-in-command—Ilya knew the descriptions of both from Lomp, who had seen them many times before.

Camrad_RIP 28.09.25 в 06:56

The guys carry all sorts of useful things for beekeepers, too; they mix many herbs into the bees' feed solution to make the honey richer and more beneficial. So it's no surprise that they approached him through this shop, and the shop, albeit formally, ensured that everything went smoothly. And it did, come to think of it! A rather broad, but not fat, man with a graying, closely cropped beard, a bushy mustache, a bulbous nose, and calm, dark-gray eyes greeted him politely, invited him to the table, offered him a drink, asked about the last raid, and, again, did everything right, with respect. This infuriated Ilya; it would have been better if they'd tried to cheat him and force him again, the bastards.

Camrad_RIP 28.09.25 в 07:06

"I don't speak city slang very well, but I'll try to say it without any double meanings." After all, when the question was asked and put bluntly, a normal villager would have been satisfied and content, but the diver was just furious about the wasted time. "I understand what you want from me... but it's pointless. I swear you made a good offer. I would gladly accept it. It's just that I don't know how to walk with a crowd. All my life, I've been alone, or with my father, at most. If you needed a gatherer or a herbalist, then I would be useful. But I won't be a guide, I can't do it, not for the whole gang."

Camrad_RIP 28.09.25 в 07:14

Formally, this is even true. They had their own gatherers, and the lads wouldn't have refused another one, skilled with herbs, but not defenceless at the same time. But they called Ilya specifically as a guide, one who knows the Ridge and knows how to walk along it. He could walk where the herbs they brought grew, but without ending up in someone's teeth. Medieval morons, yeah, right. These guys weren't morons at all; they immediately grasped the most important thing. This guy either knows secret routes, which is unlikely, since he's not that local, or he knows all kinds of secret tricks to avoid being found and eaten. And such tricks are quite possible and necessary to use, especially on long raids, where it is much smarter to avoid battle than to win at a great cost.

Camrad_RIP 27.09.25 в 20:07

Mormyshka quickly understood this and tried to get the shot he needed, one that would take the squad where even they would not want to go unnecessarily. Their two previous guides had recently left the group together for valid reasons. One was cut to death in a drunken brawl, and the other, having remained his mother's last son with his father dead, his wife and brother widowed, was suddenly forced to find a simpler and noticeably safer job. They even agreed with Mormyshka himself that if one of them died, the other would take care of his family and the family of the deceased, and therefore would stop going on long raids. As a result, the gang is now looking for new guides for all vacancies so as not to stand idle, and they did not even disdain to contact Ilya.

Camrad_RIP 27.09.25 в 20:02

What surprised the earthling even more was that his refusal was understood, accepted, and no one even got demonstratively angry at the redneck who had wasted a bunch of their time and eaten for free. No, no, they ended the conversation quite civilly, finished off the not-too-strong ale, ate the fresh sausages with sauerkraut, and then said goodbye in very warm terms. At the same time, they agreed in advance that Svyatik could fulfill a separate order, too small for the whole gang, but large enough for the gang to act as intermediaries for a small, pre-agreed percentage. Here, Ilya did not attempt to back out, being entirely satisfied with such a contact.

Camrad_RIP 25.09.25 в 17:01

They parted ways, satisfied with each other, going about their business. Ilya wasn't interested in where his conversation partner was going, but he headed home, intending to focus on his own development. The dialogue was pleasant, despite the pointlessness of the conversation, and the time spent together allowed him to be sure that he knew exactly what he needed. No, he would not increase his Carving or combat skills for now; he simply did not need them at this moment. He thought about it and fell into a state of indecision, acting foolishly, like a small child who wants a new toy instead of using his brain. No, even now, after receiving the giant's bone, the original plan is still much more correct and acceptable.

Camrad_RIP 25.09.25 в 17:04

With these new aspects, Ilya will be able to hunt even more advanced creatures without the slightest risk. He would seriously consider saving up for a double upgrade of related talents to the third step, but that won't work here; he needs to unlock the rest of his talents little by little, especially those that are key to his class. “Hungor and Cald,” for example, will have to be pumped up almost immediately after the current upgrade, as the chance of getting the desired aspect will be very high. And it's not worth delaying with the second root either, even if you first need to take at least the first divisions of the other talents to increase the chances of getting the necessary aspects.

Camrad_RIP 25.09.25 в 17:06

Pretending to be slightly drunk and washing his face beforehand, Ilya locked himself in his room and sat down in a meditative position. Ideally, he should wait for a new opportunity to go out. Not only to increase his talents, but also to test them afterwards. But these talents could be fully tested later, whereas it was better to increase them before the end of the Cycle. Ilya couldn't even say what exactly was going on. He just had a hunch. It was not so much intuition as the experience of an adult who roughly understood some of the methods of the Ancients. The eighty-first anniversary of the Mechanism's arrival was getting closer and closer, after all.

Camrad_RIP 25.09.25 в 17:11

No, the earthling was not one of those degenerates who wait for the Gates to open on Earth, and the beginning of the digital apocalypse, definitely not. And yet something is bound to happen, and it will clearly not be another round of the Lottery, which ended not so long ago, which is why a new one should not have started yet. It is worth being prepared for this, even if it seems silly. In any case, there will be no harm from his somewhat hasty desire to raise steps, so there is nothing to fear.

Camrad_RIP 25.09.25 в 17:13

Once again, the vision of a frozen lake, which has recently become so familiar that it no longer evokes the thrill he felt at first. This is not surprising. Ordinary divers and even experienced divers see these images much less frequently. And yet, and yet this vision is different from the past ones, too many drops of golden blood spill over the edges of the bowl. These drops are too heavy, they behave too strangely, their effect is too different.

Camrad_RIP 25.09.25 в 18:39

The drops do not simply cover the patterns, nor do they simply freeze on the amulets and decorations; they are absorbed into the stone itself, into the base of the altar and the bowl that forms it. The key talents of the class, both at once, undergo an evolution, and the rock seems to become somewhat different, while retaining the same shape. Or does it? Were its edges so sharp before? Did the ice on the surface hide such a black, unnaturally cruel, and terrifying stone? And did it seem to him, or for a moment did the rock of the altar become completely ghostly, transparent like glass or even a diamond? Transparent enough to see the bones stacked beneath it, the bones of the same creature whose bleached, horned skull lies at the bottom of the bowl, sprinkled with blood and gold with every drop of Essence?

Camrad_RIP 25.09.25 в 18:42

No, it wasn't my imagination.

Camrad_RIP 25.09.25 в 18:43

It wasn't an illusion that the bone, which had absorbed the scarlet gold, had become even whiter, and the horns on the skull had become even sharper. Then, drop by drop, the blood flowed through the rock, staining the remains of the skeleton hidden under the altar. The earthling's body ached as if he had caught a terrible cold, then he was overcome by an equally unbearable heat, which ended in a fraction of a second, leaving his sweaty and tired body gasping for air, compensating for the missed breath. Yes, a double increase, and moreover of two talents of five divisions, is incomparably stronger than a single one. This way, you can slightly or not so slightly damage yourself, although it is difficult. More than three talents at a time do not increase at all. Otherwise, it is easy to go into rebirth. Yes, such a death ultimately gives a very funny property, which can sometimes be very useful, but the risk of injury, primarily energy injury, as well as disruption of the connection with the Mechanism, prevents such a practice from becoming popular.

Camrad_RIP 25.09.25 в 18:45

Looking inside, the diver easily found what he was looking for, satisfied to realize that he had become a little stronger. Or rather, not just a little, but noticeably stronger. The leap was not only quantitative, but also somewhat qualitative, so he would have to test himself for a long time to come. If the cycle did not end in the near future, he would even climb over the walls again, practice his transformation, and go a little further in terms of infiltrating Lazy's society. Well, and he would earn some drops, of course, because he had started all this infiltration for the sake of the drops, among other things.

Camrad_RIP 25.09.25 в 18:47

And also so as not to go crazy without normal communication, of course.

Camrad_RIP 25.09.25 в 18:48

Skills and Charms:

Camrad_RIP 25.09.25 в 16:59

Shapeshift: 2/5 (Essence invested: 0/20)

Camrad_RIP 25.09.25 в 16:59