One day, the phone rang in my house. When I went to the landline phone, of which there aren't many left these days, and answered, I heard a familiar voice: "Please be attentive." -- Hello, Strange. Long time no see or hear from you. “Oh, Phantom! How many years, how many winters?” I said happily and leaned against the nearest wall. -- Yes, quite a while ago. But more about that later. I got my hands on a very interesting document. My team checked its authenticity. “How much?” I asked with interest...

The North met her with bone-centered cold and high snow drifts. Even colder were the people who lived here. Sitting inside a strange dwelling made of the bones and skin of some animals, Mira Reed gobbled up, looking at the harsh appearance of men and women dressed in animal skins. Free people always disliked strangers and the world felt like dozens of eyes look at her with distrust. - So you claim that my father is the rightful heir to the throne of Westeros? - Thinking about the bright flames of...