My body has a presentiment that this story does not have a humorous subtext at all, because some... ummm... intimate parts of my body begin to shrink treacherously. - Margot said that if I offend her beloved little sister, she will beat mine belongings to the floor. Every nail. There were about two dozen of them, K’Rraig, and believe me, she wasn’t joking or exaggerating. Imagine what she is ready to do for the safety of fifty little assholes from the shelter? I shift uncomfortably from foot to foot, but still feel as if Margarita Sheremetyeva is already standing behind me. With fucking nails and a hammer. What the hell is wrong with this woman?