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the art collector's baby

Misty Fisher, is the first and only wife of art dealer Lionel Shabandar. She desires each touch from him, ever going so far, as to conceive his baby. Yet she hates her father's presence and the looming threat that this illegal marriage will attract attention. Even the fact, that her criminal father's friendship with Lionel will be exposed by the press, if they're caught together. To make matters worse, the press is willing to pay anyone on the whereabouts of Miss Fisher and Lionel Shabander concerning their 4 month disappearance. this means anyone who has a grudge towards them or even someone that has been wronged by them, would like to do this? Will her life improve by this marriage or will it turn sour with the police manhunt for her father? Or will Marabella have to own up to the fact she is now going to be the public eye forever ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "I am going back to work for you Lionel. You can't stop me." he raises an eyebrow mid-mouth full of the pickled Kedgeree, he stares at me. "No, you're not, Yes I was once your boss and you were my cataloguer. But you can't, you signed away that job the minute your father paid me to be your husband and the fact lies I have given up your job to a man." I groan at him. "You did what? I loved that Job. You bastard. we get home from 4 months of honeymoon and I find out you sold my position out to a man that is underqualified than me." I slumped down onto my chair being mindful of my baby bump. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This is a work of fanfic. Not an original tale. It's a tribute to Alan Rickman

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Prologue

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓪𝓼𝓽:...

𝓐𝓷𝓭𝓻𝓮𝔀 '𝓔𝓰𝓰 𝓜𝓪𝓷' 𝓕𝓲𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓼𝓪𝓽 𝓲𝓷 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓸𝓯𝓯𝓲𝓬𝓮, 𝓭𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓾𝓼𝓼𝔂 𝓸𝓯 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓫𝓻𝓾𝓷𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓮 𝓮𝓼𝓬𝓸𝓻𝓽. 𝓛𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓵 𝓢𝓶𝓲𝓻𝓴𝓮𝓭 𝔀𝓪𝓽𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓯𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓲𝓷 𝓵𝓪𝔀 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮, 𝓵𝓲𝓬𝓴 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓼𝓾𝓬𝓴 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝔀𝓱𝓸𝓻𝓮'𝓼 𝓬𝓾𝓷𝓽. 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓭𝓲𝓻𝓽𝓾 𝓱𝓪𝓲𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓫𝓻𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓱𝓪𝓲𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓶𝓪𝓷 𝓶𝓸𝓪𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓵𝓼𝓽 𝓱𝓮 𝓭𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓴. "𝓐𝓱, 𝓜𝓻 𝓢𝓱𝓪𝓫𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓪𝓻. 𝓨𝓸𝓾'𝓻𝓮 𝓼𝓾𝓻𝓮, 𝔂𝓸𝓾'𝓻𝓮 𝓸𝓴 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓷𝔂 𝓯𝓾𝓷."

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓭𝓮 𝓱𝓪𝓲𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓶𝓲𝓭𝓭𝓵𝓮 𝓪𝓰𝓮𝓭 𝓫𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓲𝓻𝓮 𝓰𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓷𝓮𝓭. 𝓗𝓮 𝓽𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓪 𝓼𝓲𝓹 𝓸𝓯 𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓼𝓴𝓮𝔂 𝓽𝓸 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓵𝓲𝓹𝓼, 𝔀𝓮𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓶, 𝓼𝓮𝓬𝓾𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓯 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓯𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓼𝔂. "𝓜𝓻 𝓕𝓲𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓻, 𝓘'𝓶 𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓭𝓲𝓼𝓬𝓾𝓼𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓶𝓪𝓻𝓻𝓲𝓪𝓰𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓪𝓵. 𝓝𝓸𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝔀𝓪𝓽𝓬𝓱 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓯𝓾𝓬𝓴 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝔀𝓱𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓭𝓻𝔂." 𝓗𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓵𝔂, 𝓔𝓰𝓰 𝓶𝓪𝓷 𝓻𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓭 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓵𝓲𝓹𝓼 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓮𝔁 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓴𝓮𝓻. 𝓗𝓮 𝓹𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓭, 𝓼𝔀𝓮𝓪𝓽 𝓭𝓻𝓲𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓭 𝓭𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓭 𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓯𝓪𝓬𝓮. "𝓘 𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽, 𝓵𝓪𝓭𝔂'𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓬𝓲𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂. 𝓘𝓽'𝓼 𝓾𝓷𝓾𝓼𝓾𝓪𝓵 𝓽𝓸 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓯𝓾𝓬𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔀𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓷 𝓛𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓵." 𝓗𝓮 𝓷𝓸𝓭𝓼 𝓪𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓸𝓶𝓪𝓷 𝓽𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓸 𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓿𝓮, 𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓪 £100 𝓫𝓲𝓵𝓵.

𝓛𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓵'𝓼 𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓭 𝓫𝓸𝓲𝓵𝓮𝓭, 𝓜𝓻 𝓕𝓲𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓱𝓪𝓭 𝓷𝓸 𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓬𝓽 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓱𝓲𝓶 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓲𝓽 𝓬𝓪𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓾𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓼. 𝓘𝓽 𝓻𝓮𝓯𝓮𝓻𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓰𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓼𝓮𝔁 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓴𝓮𝓻 𝓪𝓼 𝓱𝓮 𝓭𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓮𝓭. 𝓗𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓲𝓯𝓾𝓵 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝔀𝓸𝓶𝓪𝓷 𝔀𝓱𝓸 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓴𝓮𝓭 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓜𝓻 𝓢𝓱𝓪𝓫𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓪𝓻. "𝓐𝓻𝓮 𝔀𝓮 𝓭𝓸𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓸𝓻 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽?" 𝓗𝓮 𝓪𝓼𝓴𝓼 𝓱𝓲𝓶. "𝓦𝓮 𝓪𝓻𝓮. 𝓜𝔂 𝓭𝓪𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓹𝓲𝓬𝓴𝓮𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓮𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓬𝓲𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯. 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓲𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝔂 𝔀𝓪𝔂 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓰𝓮𝓽 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓲𝓷𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮." 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓸𝓵𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓶𝓪𝓷'𝓼 𝓯𝓪𝓬𝓮 𝓫𝓵𝓾𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓭. "𝓸𝓱, 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓶𝔂 𝓭𝓪𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾." 𝓐𝓷𝓭𝓻𝓮𝔀 𝓰𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝓪𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓮𝓶𝓫𝓪𝓻𝓻𝓪𝓼𝓮𝓭 𝓸𝓵𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓶𝓪𝓷. 𝓣𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓴𝓮𝓭 𝓪𝓽 𝓱𝓲𝓶. "𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓭𝓸 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾." 𝓗𝓮 𝓼𝓪𝓲𝓭 𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓜𝓻 𝓢𝓪𝓫𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓪𝓻 𝓾𝓹. 𝓛𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓵 𝓬𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓼 𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓬𝓻𝓸𝓽𝓬𝓱. 𝓗𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓾𝓷𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓪𝓫𝓵𝓮, 𝓱𝓮 𝓭𝓲𝓭'𝓷𝓽 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓪𝓬𝓽 𝓐𝓷𝓭𝓻𝓮𝔀 𝓕𝓲𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓱𝓲𝓶 𝓾𝓹. 𝓗𝓮 𝓱𝓪𝓭 𝓯𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓷 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓮𝓶𝓹𝓵𝓸𝔂𝓮𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓫𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓕𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓭'𝓼 𝓭𝓪𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽𝓮𝓻.

"𝓒𝓪𝓷 𝔀𝓮  𝓰𝓮𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓐𝓷𝓭𝓻𝓮𝔀?" 𝓗𝓮 𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 43 𝔂𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓸𝓵𝓭. 𝓱𝓮 𝓷𝓸𝓭𝓼. "𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓦𝓮𝓭𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓲𝓼 𝓫𝓸𝓸𝓴𝓮𝓭 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓸𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓻𝓸𝔀. 𝓢𝓸 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝔀𝓮 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓭𝓸 𝓲𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓰𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓭𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓻𝔂." 𝓐𝓷𝓭𝓻𝓮𝔀 𝓯𝓲𝓭𝓭𝓵𝓮𝓭 𝓪𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭 𝓲𝓷 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓭𝓻𝓪𝔀 𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓪𝓼𝓱 𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓵𝓸𝓹𝓮. "𝓘𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓬𝓪𝓷'𝓽 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓭 𝓲𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓼𝓮𝓷𝓭 𝓲𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓶𝓮 𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓱𝓵𝔂 𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓼." 𝓗𝓮 𝓰𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓼 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓼 𝓲𝓽, 𝓰𝓻𝓲𝓹𝓹𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓲𝓽. "𝓘𝓷𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓶𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰, 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓘 𝓻𝓾𝓷 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓪𝔀, 𝓢𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓯𝓯 𝓸𝓯 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓱𝓪𝓶. 𝓘 𝓰𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓲𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓼 𝓛𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓵." 𝓢𝓱𝓪𝓫𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓪𝓻 𝓼𝓶𝓲𝓵𝓮𝓼 𝓪𝓽 𝓱𝓲𝓶, 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓱𝓲𝓶. "𝓦𝓮𝓵𝓵, 𝓡𝓸𝓫𝓲𝓷 𝓗𝓸𝓸𝓭. 𝓘'𝓰𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓶𝔂 𝓶𝓪𝓻𝓻𝓲𝓪𝓰𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓱𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓪𝓷 𝓭𝓪𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽𝓮𝓻, 𝓦𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓶𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾. 𝓞𝓷𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓹 𝓪 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾."

𝓘 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓸𝓭 𝓲𝓷 𝓶𝔂 𝓹𝓳𝓼 , 𝓰𝓵𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓽 𝓶𝔂 𝓯𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝔀𝓱𝓸 𝓱𝓪𝓭 𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓶𝔂 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓬𝓲𝓵 𝓯𝓵𝓪𝓽. "𝓦𝓱𝔂 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮?𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓭𝓸 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓶𝓮 𝓶𝓮 𝓯𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻?" 𝓘 𝓪𝓼𝓴 𝓱𝓲𝓶, 𝔀𝓪𝓽𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓱𝓲𝓶 𝓽𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓶𝔂 𝓹𝓻𝓲𝓿𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓪𝓵𝓬𝓸𝓱𝓸𝓵 𝓬𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷. 𝓗𝓮 𝓼𝓶𝓲𝓻𝓴𝓼, 𝓹𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓱𝓰 𝓱𝓲𝓶𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯 𝓪 𝓭𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓴. "𝓦𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓼 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓽𝓸 𝓶𝓪𝓻𝓻𝔂 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓭 𝓼𝓹𝓸𝓾𝓼𝓮." 𝓘 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓸 𝓱𝓲𝓶, 𝓱𝓸𝓻𝓻𝓲𝓯𝓲𝓮𝓭 𝓫𝔂 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽. 𝓜𝔂 𝓮𝔂𝓮𝓼 𝓻𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓭, 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓷𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓲𝓽.

"𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽? 𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓸𝓷 𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓱 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓰𝓸𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓷𝓸𝔀. 𝓓𝓪𝓭." 𝓗𝓮 𝓼𝓶𝓲𝓻𝓴𝓼 𝓪𝓽 𝓶𝓮 𝓶𝓲𝓭 𝓭𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓴. "𝓦𝓮𝓵𝓵, 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓰𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓫𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓸𝓬𝓴𝓼, 𝓘 𝓷𝓮𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝔀𝓱𝔂 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓶𝓪𝓻𝓻𝔂𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓶𝓮 𝓸𝓯𝓯 𝓼𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓻 𝓻𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓷 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓷𝓮𝓭. 𝓘 𝓪𝓶 𝓪𝓷 𝓯𝓮𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓽 𝓱𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓪𝓷 𝓭𝓪𝓭. 𝓘 𝓬𝓪𝓷'𝓽 𝓫𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓬𝓮𝓭 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓼𝓾𝓬𝓱 𝓪 𝓶𝓮𝓭𝓲𝓿𝓪𝓵 𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷." 𝓘 𝓪𝓿𝓸𝓲𝓭 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓰𝓵𝓪𝔃𝓮. "𝓸𝓱, 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓼𝓾𝓬𝓱 𝓪 𝓫𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓭 𝓪𝓽 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮𝓼 𝓭𝓪𝓭." 𝓘 𝓰𝓻𝓾𝓶𝓫𝓵𝓮𝓭, 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓭 𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓫𝔂 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓲𝓵𝓾𝓹𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷. 𝓘 𝓱𝓪𝓭 𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓪𝓰𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓴𝓲𝓽𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓶𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝔀𝓪𝓽𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓱𝓲𝓶 𝓭𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓴 𝓶𝓮 𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓱𝓸𝓶𝓮. 𝓗𝓮 𝓬𝓱𝓾𝓬𝓴𝓵𝓮𝓼, 𝓲 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓰𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓭𝓻𝓾𝓷𝓴 𝓫𝓮𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓸 𝓶𝓮. "𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓪𝓲𝓷'𝓽 𝓯𝓾𝓷𝓷𝔂. 𝓘 𝓭𝓲𝓭'𝓷𝓽 𝓫𝓾𝔂 𝓪𝓵𝓬𝓸𝓱𝓸𝓵 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓽𝓸 𝓰𝓮𝓽 𝓿𝓲𝓸𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓶𝓮."

𝓘 𝔀𝓪𝓽𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓭 𝓱𝓲𝓶, 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓮 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓬 𝓬𝓾𝓹 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓲𝓬𝓴, 𝓰𝓻𝓸𝔀𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓽 𝓶𝓮. 𝓡𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓼𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓻 𝓻𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓷 𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓻, 𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓵𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓭 𝓶𝓮 𝓪𝓬𝓻𝓸𝓼𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓪𝓬𝓮. "𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓼𝓱𝓾𝓽 𝓾𝓹. 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓫𝓲𝓽𝓬𝓱. 𝓨𝓸𝓾'𝓻𝓮 𝓶𝔂 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓽𝔂, 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰." 𝓲 𝓯𝓮𝓵𝓽 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓫𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱 𝓽𝓻𝓲𝓬𝓴𝓵𝓮 𝓭𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓶𝔂 𝓷𝓮𝓬𝓴. 𝓗𝓮 𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓼 𝓰𝓻𝓲𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓭 𝓶𝔂 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓼 𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓲𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓶𝔂 𝓶𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽. 𝓜𝔂 𝓫𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓱𝓲𝓽𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓭, 𝓽𝓸𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓼𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓫𝔂 𝓶𝔂 𝓯𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻. "𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓶𝓪𝓻𝓻𝔂 𝓱𝓲𝓶 𝓽𝓸𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓻𝓸𝔀. 𝓑𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮, 𝓘 𝓹𝓲𝓬𝓴 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓾𝓹 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰. 𝓘 𝓮𝔁𝓹𝓮𝓬𝓽 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓫𝓮𝓵𝓸𝓶𝓰𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓫𝓸𝓸𝓴𝓼 𝓹𝓪𝓬𝓴𝓮𝓭 𝓲𝓷 𝓫𝓸𝔁𝓮𝓼. 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓼 𝓹𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝔂 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓸𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓻𝓸𝔀." 𝓜𝔂 𝓯𝓪𝓬𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓭𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓭, 𝓶𝔂 𝔀𝓱𝓸𝓵𝓮 𝓫𝓸𝓭𝔂 𝓰𝓻𝓾𝓷𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓭 𝓪𝓽 𝓱𝓲𝓶. 𝓘 𝓱𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼. 𝓘 𝓱𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓲𝓽 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓱𝓮 𝓰𝓸𝓽 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓫𝓵𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓷𝓸 𝓰𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓱𝓮 𝓱𝓪𝓭 𝓭𝓮𝓬𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓭 𝓕𝓸𝓻 𝓶𝓮. "𝓑𝓾𝓽 𝓲 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓪 𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓯𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻. 𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓪𝓶 𝓲 𝓰𝓸𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓸 𝔀𝓮𝓪𝓻."

"𝔂𝓸𝓾, 𝓾𝓷𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓯𝓾𝓵 𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝔀𝓱𝓸𝓻𝓮. 𝓘 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓰𝓸 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓸 𝔀𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓶𝔂 𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯." 𝓗𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓼 𝓻𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓰𝓻𝓲𝓹 𝓸𝓷 𝓶𝔂 𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓼. 𝓢𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓽 𝓶𝓮, 𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓻𝓲𝓵𝔂. "𝓨𝓸𝓾'𝓿𝓮 𝓬𝓪𝓾𝓼𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯. 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓭𝓲𝓼𝓰𝓾𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓵𝓭 𝔀𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓱." 𝓱𝓮 𝓰𝓻𝓾𝓶𝓫𝓵𝓮𝓼, 𝓹𝓾𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓶𝓮 𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝔂. 𝓘 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓭𝓸𝓸𝓻 𝓼𝓵𝓪𝓶, 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓶𝔂 𝓯𝓪𝓽𝓮. 𝓘𝓽𝓼 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓫𝓪𝓫𝓵𝔂 𝓫𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓷𝓸𝔀, 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓲 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓹𝓪𝓬𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓶𝔂 𝓫𝓲𝓽𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓰𝓸𝓷𝓮. 𝓘 𝓱𝓪𝓭 𝓹𝓪𝓿𝓴𝓮𝓭 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓶𝔂 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓼𝓾𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓬𝓪𝓼𝓮𝓼. 𝓐 𝓶𝓲𝔁𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓹 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓱𝓲𝓰𝓱 𝓮𝓷𝓭 𝓮𝔁𝓹𝓮𝓷𝓼𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓼, 𝓶𝔂 𝓯𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓫𝓾𝔂𝓼 𝓶𝓮 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂 𝓫𝓲𝓻𝓽𝓱𝓭𝓪𝔂 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓬𝓱𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓶𝓪𝓼. 𝓘 𝔀𝓪𝓼𝓷'𝓽 𝓻𝓲𝓬𝓱 𝓮𝔁𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓵𝔂, 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓪 𝓭𝓸𝓬𝓽𝓸𝓻 𝔀𝓱𝓸 𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓴𝓮𝓭 𝓾𝓹 𝓔𝓷𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱 𝓼𝓽𝓾𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓭𝓮𝓫𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝔀𝓪𝓲𝓽 𝓪 𝓵𝓲𝓯𝓮 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮. 𝓘 𝓹𝓪𝓬𝓴𝓮𝓭 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓶𝔂 𝓽𝓸𝓵𝓲𝓮𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓼, 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵 𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓲𝓽𝓮𝓶𝓼, 𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓵𝓾𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓶𝔂 𝓼𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓰𝓷𝓪𝓷𝓬𝔂 𝓽𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓾𝓹 𝓲 𝓸𝔀𝓷𝓮𝓭. 𝓘 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓶𝔂 𝓫𝓪𝓵𝓬𝓸𝓷𝔂, 𝔀𝓸𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔀𝓱𝔂 𝓶𝔂 𝓵𝓲𝓯𝓮 𝓱𝓪𝓭 𝓰𝓸𝓽 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓲𝓽 𝓲𝓼. 𝓦𝓪𝓼 𝓲𝓽 𝓶𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓶𝔂 𝓯𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓶𝓪𝓻𝓻𝔂 𝓶𝓮 𝓸𝓯𝓯 , 𝓲𝓷 𝓪𝓷 𝓪𝓻𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓲 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓵 𝓸𝓯 𝓶𝔂 𝓯𝓪𝓽𝓮. 𝓞𝓻 𝓱𝓪𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓾𝓷𝓲𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓮 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝓲𝓷 𝓶𝔂 𝓹𝓪𝓽𝓱, 𝓽𝓸 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓫𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓪𝓷 𝓘 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓭.

𝓑𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮 𝓱𝓮 𝓱𝓪𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓫𝓪𝓬𝓴, 𝓘 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓼𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓷 𝓶𝔂 𝓼𝓸𝓯𝓪 𝓰𝓸𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓶𝔂 𝓼𝓽𝓾𝓯𝓯 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓶𝓮. 𝓗𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓪𝓽 𝓶𝓮, 𝓼𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓹𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓲𝓽𝓮𝓵𝔂 𝓲𝓷 𝓪 𝓪𝓻𝓶 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓲𝓻. "𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓱𝓸𝔀 𝓶𝓾𝓬𝓱 𝓘 𝓭𝓸 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓭𝓪𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽𝓮𝓻, 𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓲𝓽'𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓷 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓴𝓯𝓾𝓵 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓻𝓮𝓹𝓪𝔂 𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓪𝓿𝓸𝓻. 𝓞𝓻 𝓲 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓰𝓻𝓸𝓸𝓶 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮, 𝔂𝓸𝓾'𝓻𝓮 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓪𝓼 𝔀𝓱𝓸𝓵𝓮 𝓪𝓼 𝓲 𝓬𝓵𝓪𝓲𝓶 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮." 𝓲 𝓶𝓾𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓫𝓮𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓸𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓶𝓮 𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓼. 𝓣𝓱𝓻 𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝔀𝓪𝓼𝓷'𝓽 𝓶𝔂 𝓽𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮, 𝓲𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓽𝓸𝓸 𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓶𝔂 𝓫𝓸𝓭𝔂. 𝓐 𝓫𝓵𝓾𝓼𝓱 𝓹𝓲𝓷𝓴, 𝓹𝓪𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓼𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓱 𝓭𝓸𝓽𝓼 𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸𝓸 𝓶𝓾𝓬𝓱 𝓼𝓴𝓲𝓷. 𝓜𝔂 𝓯𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓱𝓪𝓭 𝓫𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓶𝓮 𝓪 𝓼𝓵𝓾𝓽𝓽𝔂 𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓼, 𝓲𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓼𝓷'𝓽 𝓷𝓲𝓬𝓮 𝓪𝓽 𝓪𝓵𝓵. 𝓘𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓱𝓸𝓻𝓻𝓲𝓫𝓵𝓮. "𝓑𝓮 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓪 𝓼𝓵𝓾𝓽. 𝓘 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓸𝓷𝓮."𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓭𝓼 𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓪𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓷 𝓪𝓬𝓻𝓸𝓼𝓼 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓭. 𝓶𝔂 𝓬𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓿𝓪𝓰𝓮 𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓪 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓮𝔁𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓭, 𝓶𝔂 𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝔂 𝓬𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓶𝔂 𝓷𝓲𝓹𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓼. 𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓫𝓪𝓫𝓵𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝔀𝓱𝓸𝓵𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓶𝔂 𝓯𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓼𝓪𝓲𝓭 𝓫𝓮𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓮, 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓽𝔂 𝓱𝓪𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓼𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓾𝔂𝓮𝓻 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓼 𝓱𝓸𝔀 𝓶𝓾𝓬𝓱 𝓱𝓮'𝓼 𝓰𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰.

"𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓲𝓽 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓸𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓻𝓸𝔀, 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝔀𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝔀𝓮𝓪𝓻. 𝓘 𝓼𝓪𝔀 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓱𝓸𝓹 𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓽, 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓴𝓮𝓭 𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓭𝔂 𝓪𝔀𝓯𝓾𝓵 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓲𝓽 𝓸𝓷 𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓷𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱. 𝓗𝓮 𝓷𝓮𝓮𝓭𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓮𝓵𝔂 𝓷𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓭 𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓷𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱 𝓼𝓸 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓫𝓸𝓽𝓱 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓾𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝔀𝓮𝓭𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓫𝓮𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓹𝓼 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓪𝓻𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓶𝓮."

𝓘 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓼𝓱𝓸𝓬𝓴𝓮𝓭. "𝓣𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓲𝓼 𝓫𝓮𝓬𝓪𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓫𝓵𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓪𝔀. 𝓘𝓼'𝓷𝓽 𝓲𝓽. 𝓣𝓸 𝓶𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓼𝓾𝓻𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓰𝓮𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓼𝓮𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓮𝓷𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓪𝓻𝓰𝓪𝓲𝓷. 𝓦𝓪𝓽𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓶𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓛𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓵 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓼𝓮𝔁." 𝓘 𝓰𝓻𝓾𝓷𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓭 𝓪𝓽 𝓱𝓲𝓶 𝓪𝓼 𝓘 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓾𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓹𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓶𝔂 𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓬𝓱 𝓹𝓪𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓮𝓬𝓱𝓷𝓸𝓵𝓸𝓰𝔂 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓲𝓷 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓫𝓪𝓰. 𝓘 𝓭𝓲𝓭𝓷'𝓽 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓲 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓰𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓸. 𝓭𝓲𝓭 𝓲?