In short, in the end, everyone knew that I was a virgin. And most of all, this infuriated the dowager, who would have kicked the last healer half to death if the door had not swung open from the blow and a loud exclamation: “Daughter!” I went crazy right away. No, well, I understand everything, but I wish I had garakhai in my mothers. And this was exactly a garakhai, and her name was Gwen, she was my cover in BOOT, and at the wedding she was first in the role of a representative of the MPN troops, and then as a representative of the MPZh troops. In general, in short, they sent me moral support during the campaign. And the garakhai, in a chic fluffy dress that outshone the outfit of the dowager, rushed towards me, skillfully throwing away the concubines, maids and eunuchs who were rushing across her. Blondey and I just sat down. Silently. And I don’t know what she was thinking about, but I was thinking that it was not for nothing that in all survival courses we were advised to just stupidly and silently go away when we saw the Garakhai. This one scattered everyone! Actually everyone!