Hypolite Kropotkin:
[Opening lines]
[alone on a rooftop, performing a divination]
Hypolite Kropotkin:
It's very bad, Nikolai... you can feel the push like something leaning on a screen door trying to get in. Mischief, mischief...
[pause, then]
Hypolite Kropotkin:
If i had the money, I'd surely be in Miami.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 09:38