In Giuditta he broke a plaintive moan. Professor Avildsen gently stroked her cheek.
- But first I have to do some things. - With these words he retired.
Calm, measured steps echoed in the spacious, saturated with terrible stench of the room. He went to the mirror, rubbed the dust. His reflection shining triumphant smile, as if to say that the path is clear and no obstructions are no longer expected. Conversion started. He took a pair of scissors and began to shear off his beard. After graduating, he went to the sink, washed, smeared face shaving foam. Carefully shaved, rubbed clean, soft skin of the cheeks. Most baby face, he noted with satisfaction. Bright puffy lips, green eyes, like two live scarab, a thin aquiline nose.
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