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Dragon: Drop that Icon!
Just then, in the depth of his despair, he heard a knock on the
door.
“Come in,” Fyodor said, his voice as flat as the ice-covered tundra
in Siberia where he would soon be living if the dragon were not
stopped.
A young woman entered the stuffy chamber. She wore the clothing
of a wealthy and sophisticated foreigner. At the sight of her, Fyodor’s
forlorn face slightly brightened.
“Mikhaila! My favorite niece: have you returned from your studies
in Paris?”
“Yes, Uncle—but only to visit the family for a few days. Then I
must go back to France. I have been offered a job.”
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