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There was a huge collection of beards, and thick mustaches, and horrible

looks. I discovered ofcourse that she doesn't know anyone of them.

There was a slim man putting a frameless glasses. He had a dreamy,

smooth, and transpicuous look. He said to her,

- " Come in Olga Nataluva, we've been starting to worry " . She smiled

uneasily and didn't know what to do. Here a young man rose, the one of

an energetic type. He had a dense mustache that covered his mouth, and

an intrusive, hostile look. He stood up, and pulled a chair for her to sit on.

Then, said,

- " Let her sit first Antwan Bavlofed, the poor is pale like a lizard".