In his book The Education of Love, Amikith wrote: "A shoemaker who can make good shoes has a higher status than an incompetent lawyer, an unwise university professor, or a poor doctor." A good secretary of the government office is worth more than a hundred times more than an imbecile member of the House of Lords. "A lot of parents will use this chapter to comfort themselves from yelling at their children who want to be garbage pickers, and many more young people, in the early stages of their lives, think the same way – the problem is that real life will soon give the exact opposite, like in a club full of champagne, music, steak and bunny girls, you can only see the last four, not the first two, no matter how sturdy your shoes are or how perfectly well documented, you can't do it. Only the rich and powerful are entertained here.

In the center of the hall, nearly a hundred feet long and wide, sat a velvet sofa, the crimson fabric sewn and filled into the shape of plump lips, a little shorter than the average man, but easy to recall a piece of pig iron, Monsieur Hefner leaned on it loosely like a Roman emperor, and as always, surrounded by several young, beautiful, almost naked women, who wrapped him in their chests and thighs as much as possible, this man was like a nut in the middle of a flower.

His hair was black and curly, his dark brown skin was dark and rough, his purple poplin shirt was open to his waist, his chest was shaggy, and underneath his tight pants were so tight that he could almost make out the outline of his thigh muscles and organs, a pair of strong legs stretched lazily along the edge of the couch, two feet without any shoes were dragging on the ground, and Hopkins noticed that his toes were spread wide and the soles of his feet were wide, looking like the webbed claws of a duck— Hefner almost never wore shoes after his debut, and his unrestrained feet appeared unbridled on the floors, marble, or thick and beautiful carpets of bars, cinemas, theaters, and restaurants in all sorts of high-class areas, or in the homes of celebrities...... A small number of people think that this is a personality to be praised, while others either turn their heads away or close their eyes or mouths - and this is not surprising, given that there are so many people who ask for him.

Hopkins had a little bit of his own opinion, and in fact, Gucci Hefner reminded him more of the two pursuers he had met in Florence, a pair of cruel and irascible butchers with skin and accents, and smells that were very similar to Hefner's—from the hot, sunny islands of wheat, grapes, citrus, lemons, sardines, tuna, and ...... Mafia, Gucci Hefner, has more than once insisted that Rabbit Magazine and its surroundings have nothing to do with any illegal organization, no investment, no shares, no key operators, but it's hard to imagine that the gangsters who have been involved in almost every industry worth making a profit on will turn a blind eye to the big plate of food before them...... The only possibility is that Gucci Hefner is one of them, their "family", which is a good explanation for why the daily Bunny magazine, clubs, and nightclubs have never been harassed or blackmailed – from one way or another.

Oh, and he easily found Anthony. Hopkins, and dare to accommodate him - is Gucci Hefner really ignorant of one or the other? Ghouls had never thought of it that way. It doesn't matter much, though, and although the conversations and observations between the two are a bit simple and short-lived, Hopkins has already discovered that Hefner is a thrill-loving guy and a thrill-seeker.

To put it bluntly, this old bastard with dark muscles might be sexually aroused by bullets whizzing around.

He almost laughed as he introduced Hopkins to his friends and associates, and such socializing was important for Anthony. Hopkins is simply a master, since he left the medical school where he interned, he has faced almost all of the human beings of this class, he knows them well, knows them well, and easily gains their favor and interest...... Very thick. If it weren't for the fact that time and occasion did not allow it, several of these guests would almost have to temporarily borrow his room and psychiatrist from the host...... Two hours, maybe one night? There were invitations to some of the more informal, light-hearted gatherings called munch, or "LivinginLeather," "TESfest," and "BlackRose," even the kind of knives, wax, ice, clothespins, handcuffs, and soft drugs like marijuana — Hopkins wondered if he should tell them that the last time someone was dressed in leather (including leather jackets, leather pants, leather boots, and bracelets with chains) The idiot and masochist who wanted to pull him into the water with the help of mirrors and guillotines fed the dogs with his advice and help by cutting off his face with broken mirrors - the nose was his own, and the sound of chewing was crisp.

Hopkins was sure he heard a chewing sound, crispy, and he searched the crowd for a few seconds before he realized it was Lilith. Mel is enjoying a lettuce gizzard.

***

"French pralines, creamy banana pie, honey ice cream, hazelnut chocolate, Coca-Cola with lemon."

Getting rid of the jubilant guests – not very hard, for the highlight of the night was when a group of beautiful Cancan dancers burst into the crowd, kicking their thighs and lifting their skirts with each breath – Hefner asked them to dress exactly like the nineteenth-century Moulin Rouge dancers, who would deliberately tear off their underwear when they lifted their skirts...... Wow, you can imagine the looming, seductive parts that attract the eyes and brains of the guests like magnets attract iron dust, Anthony. The disappearance of Hopkins did not attract much attention.

Hopkins counted plates and cups one by one, and he pouted at his son; "You almost made me a little jealous," he said, "and I only have two glasses of champagne and half a glass of brandy in my stomach." Plus a dozen ice cubes. ”

He looked around, Bonnie Bunny did a better job than they had imagined, Sasha got a delicate and comfortable armchair, a small round table with snacks and drinks, a game console, and when Anthony picked him up, he found a cute long-eared love cushion behind the child.

He reached out and stroked Sasha's stomach, and the feedback from his palm was satisfying.

"It seems very good," Hopkins said emphatically, pulling a roll of money from his pocket, more than Bonnie might get tonight, "Thanks," he politely thanked before leaving.

"A true gentleman." Cassie said, full of envy.

***

A true gentleman walks in the garden at night with his child in his arms, his eyes shimmering red in the darkness, unaffected by time and place.

Sasha grabbed a handful of hazelnut chocolates before leaving, which comforted Daddy's mood and stomach just right, and he didn't forget to put one or two in his mouth, and the bite was so clucking and so continuous that Hopkins always felt like he was holding a big squirrel.

"Lilith. Mel has been here for about a year," said Sasha, the sweet scent gently beating on Big Hopkins' cheek, "If the bunny girls in the mansion are to be jealous of the two thousand girls who have been turned away, Lilith. Mel's enemies are no less than ten times that of the former—she's only been in the nightclub for two weeks before she's picked here, and within a few days she's become Gucci Hefner's new darling, and just when people thought she'd only last a month at most—the disease of liking the new and hating the old is like a cancer in Gucci Hefner's marrow, no matter how pretty, how young, how plump, the monthly renewal can never be shaken, and there are always new faces around him—but something unexpected happens, She kept her crown and throne, and even went to the next level, and Gucci Hefner was willing to marry her.

Although she didn't have a share of Gucci Hefner's fortune for the time being, she had already received money that ordinary people might not earn for a lifetime, as well as houses, furniture, jewelry, expensive clothes, and admission tickets to middle and upper class, you know, a year ago she was just a poor fast-food clerk.

If she had given birth, it was quite possible, and there was no doubt that Gucci Hefner would have given a generous reward, Hefner loved children, and his ex-wife's daughter owned up to eight percent of Rabbit magazine when she reached adulthood, and Hefner had said that he would gradually pass everything on to his only child when he turned sixty. Even though he had always hated his first wife deeply. ”

"To be honest, this is a bit unexpected," Hopkins slowed down by a bush of old-fashioned five-petal roses so that he and Sasha could breathe enough of the fresh air mixed with citronellol, neroliol, geraniol, phenethyl alcohol, and benzyl alcohol, "You surprise me, Sasha," he said with a little smugness, "I didn't expect you to get so much from Bonnie cutie." ”

"It's not a problem," Sasha admitted, "it's a rabbit full of lust." He shrugged, "Especially since she's dealing with a child who doesn't need to be guarded and unscrupulous - with a little guidance, she'll talk and ...... nothing."

The little summary would come to an abrupt end, Sasha pursed his lips abruptly, his eyebrows furrowed.

He shook uneasily, then raised his hand to cover his mouth under the concerned gaze of Big Hopkins, and after a moment he spread his fingers in the moonlight.

A front tooth. A small white shovel.

"My teeth...... Four ......"

Sasha dared to take his mother's grave and swear that he saw Anthony. Hopkins smiled.

He closed his mouth with a gloomy face, tightly.

After three full days, Sasha. Hopkins never uttered a single syllable again.

(To be continued)

Well...... Well, sorry again, I had some trouble - my wisdom teeth rebelled, and the dental clinic recommended that I go to a regular hospital for examination and extraction, and before the tooth extraction, I had to make sure that the inflammation and swelling were reduced, and I couldn't sleep well for a whole week, and I had to work during the day, so I really didn't have the strength...... So, empty for so many days.

One was pulled out today, and one is ...... Hopefully it won't have any more problems before it's unplugged.

PS:

Dear little Sasha, please share the joys and sorrows with me.