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26

Outside the walls of the accursed house, my prison, everything felt different. Spring, with the brush of its last month, carefully painted the streets with bright and rich colors, affecting even people, and they flickered colorfully, while one of Boris's SUVs deftly cut through the city streets.

Alyosha drove the car hard, and every now and then I jumped up and hurt Astakhov, who was sitting next to me in the back seat.

When I found out that Boris sent him to me for protection, I found it funny, especially considering that at one time the wolfhound was ordered to kill me. However, without spending even five minutes with him in the car, which turned out to be surprisingly cramped for his bad manners and inclinations, I was ready to bite my elbow or even two just so as not to see him.

Alyosha didn’t particularly like him either, and he kept throwing sidelong glances through the rear-view mirror, but he suddenly agreed with him that I couldn’t open the window.

The SUV stopped at a jewelr
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