The secret life of my soul

- Maybe... maybe we should just... trim it up... - A girl asked with a trembling voice. Her cheeks were on fire, and not because of the excitement that Vasya wanted to cause a few minutes ago. He sighed, looked at his reflection, turning his head in different directions, and agreed. At least the machine will make everything even and of equal length. The girl took the car off the hook on the wall, stuck it in the net, and Vasya thought that such trembling hands with anxiety will not cut anything by hand anyway ...

In the hairdresser's shop there was a pleasant smell of some shampoos, quiet music played from the receiver in the corner, and the whole arrangement inside pleasantly surprised with a much more decent view than the scraped walls and the climbing sign outside. Alya lived on the other side of the city, was not in the local hairdressers Vasya, and went to the nearest, hoping for good luck. Before the army was six months away, I wanted to finally make a fashionable haircut, use the charms of the last time a citizen before he was shaved among hundreds of other recruits...

Vasya hated bald cats. Before disgust. They were absolutely disgusting to him. He would never have encountered them, yet the breed is expensive and they do not just run down the street - and they will not survive without the owners, - and probably not survive! Try to sit in the winter without a warm coat in a dank basement! - but fate has decided to test Vasina's nerves for durability. Are you going to serve in the army, they say, you dream of a special forces, there, you know what kind of restraint is needed? Let's educate her! Your endurance...

- Hey, hey, what about Nick? He stayed inside! - Judy quickly dispelled the captain's rainbow aura. - Oh," the buffalo slammed himself in the face with a hoof. - Steve, give her the key card, and I'll look for an administrator. The rest of you are free to go. Steve, stay... The leopard's brown eyes reflected his bewilderment, but he didn't argue. - So, rabbit rabbit, who's faster until fifty-second? - Gaines was interested in the excitement of Hopps, holding out a key card to Hopps. - Easy, trainee! - Judy grabbed the card and took off to the stairs, dashingly accelerating...

In addition to expensive ultra-comfortable and pompous rooms with a private swimming pool, yacht, helicopter, talking toilet with lighting and president as a maid, the hotel "Plazza" was famous for its murderously aggressive security system, operating on the principle of "step right, step left - shooting". Simple mortal visitors of this laccheri-citadel, a spire drowning somewhere in the clouds, sometimes had the impression that it is managed not by an ordinary animal, but by the same notorious security system...

When she walks past the kitchen, she accidentally catches a scrap of conversation.- Have you ever heard of a vault robbed near the Forcasions? The guards were killed, almost all the potatoes were taken away. And okay, they took their own to burn them. - Oh, too much of mine, soon the snow will go down - what will they plant now? They barely survived this winter, too - they will go to the next one to bow themselves, remember my word. She will remember this winter for the rest of her life. The roads are covered with snow so that the estate was cut off from the big world...

She arrives at Forwinter's estate suddenly, without warning anyone, but she is welcomed. Ahayut, asking about the road - she responds sparingly and unambiguously. A week after moving she spends as if in a heavy dream - walks, smiles, talks to her sister and other residents of the house - but feels nothing. The telegraph does not work, there is no news from home. Leaving the dining room, she accidentally lets a heavy door out of her hands, and the door, picked up by the draught, slams with a deafening rumble...

The unicorn snorted, but it's quiet now. Lane sat down in front of her, continuing to sing. As if enchanted, the unicorn knelt down and bowed her head. Very slowly, Lane took off her golden bridle, unbuckled the buckle of a girlfriend. The unicorn didn't move. Lane put down the saddle, stroked the tangled maneuver, whispered something into a long, pointed ear. The unicorn rose to her feet, turned around, swaying sleepily, and chickened out into the bushes. Dil jumped to the ground before the white skin stopped flickering in the bushes...

- Yeah. And we're not gonna contribute to their extinction. Kedar wants a harness, especially a saddle with pouches. I don't know what the late princess hid there. And he was ready to pay for the unicorn three more times, but I refused. Dil nodded grimly. In his memory, Lane didn't kill any animal, preferring to defend himself more gently if necessary - magically deafening or drowsing in his sleep. - Okay, let's say you found her. What's next? As far as I know, unicorns are practically immune to magic...

- How much did you lose this time? - Dil lifted his eyes from a shabby scroll with a curious alchemy scheme on Lane's burst into the room. - Why did you lose right away?! - The elf was outraged, dropping his green suede boots and climbing into the chair with his legs. - Because you always lose. So how many? - Five thousand, - Lane got comfortable and carelessly specified: - Gold. Diehl's mouth is dry. They just don't have that kind of money! Six hundred silver for the elimination of a mad alchemist stealing children for the sake of blood for the homunculus, were honestly divided in half...

- Now, it seems like we never left," Ritchie said, putting out a cigarette on the railing. Still, nobody cared. They didn't say anything. - I don't like it here," Ritchie confessed. Eddie breathed a sigh and still put his hand on his shoulder, pulling it to himself. Something was warm inside, but Ritchie didn't try to get rid of it. Somewhere deep down in his heart, he had long wanted to send everything to hell and finally feel the peace. And now he was as close as ever to Eddie's side. - Everything will be fine," Casprack confidently said, clenching Ritchie's shoulder tighter...

- "Come on," Ritchie said then, surprised, rubbing his aching cheek. - I'm sorry," Eddie said briefly and quickly, breathing deeply. Ritchie was expecting to hear the characteristic "bubblegum," but he wasn't and wasn't there. Eddie was breathing deeply and clearly not going to calm down anytime soon, but he never had a seizure. With his eyes rubbed, Ritchie gently fell to his squat and began to snoop around the ground, trying to find his glasses. Eddie slipped a blurry spot next to him, and Ritchie thought that he was completely offended and sank home, leaving him alone...