"𝗆𝗈𝗆, 𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗎𝗍𝖾𝗌. 𝖨 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇." 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅.
𝖫𝗒𝗅𝖺 𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗅𝖿 𝗈𝖿 𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗐𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗎𝗌𝗍𝖻𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗎𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗌. 𝖧𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋'𝗌 𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗍𝖾.
𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌. 𝖠𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝖺𝗇 𝗎𝗋𝗀𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗋𝗒. "𝖭𝗈, 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾."
𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗋𝗎𝖻𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗅𝗆 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗉𝗍𝗌. 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝗈𝗍. 𝖠𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅 𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗍.
𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗉𝖾𝗋, 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗍. 𝖧𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒. 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝗂𝖻𝖻𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖺 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗎𝗉𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋. 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗈𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗒. 𝖧𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾. 𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝟩:𝟥𝟢 𝗉𝗆. "𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖼𝗄𝗄? 𝟦 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌?!!" 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝗌𝗄𝖾𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾.
𝖰𝗎𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝟥 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗎𝗍𝖾𝗌. "𝖯𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍" 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀.
𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗍𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗎𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗒. 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗄𝖾𝗍 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋. 𝖠𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝟤𝟢𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗎𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒, 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉. 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗍 𝗎𝗉, 𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗈𝗒𝖾𝖽 "𝖠𝗋𝗀𝗁𝗁..." 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇. 𝖠𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝟣𝟢𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗎𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒. 𝖢𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗄𝖾𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝖺𝗇 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆.
