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After the conference, we went to the forest for a picnic. Talk about a hobby. Who has what: one claims that he is a DND trustee, the second on MTG, the third Vahu collects, the fourth knife, the fifth mushroom, the sixth fisherman, and so on. Only a silent guy was sitting under a tree and... hm, he was silent, sewing some hairy fig. Someone asks him:
Who are you, dear man?
and I? The guy breaks off from the sewing, kicks back, on the tree under which he sits. I am a subordinate.
The hunter arrived. The costume shields.