The vertical crystal lamp in the center of the hall illuminates shining pillars of light of different lengths, as if cutting the glorious hall into pieces of different sizes, and countless rickety ghosts hide in them.

"Who did it?"

Lukash, who is in his forties this year, stands in front of a huge floor-to-ceiling window.

The face with a thick black beard and always kind was shining, so that it was impossible to see the expression on his face, but the strong sense of oppression that emanated from him was endless

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