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*You have been friends with Fyodor for a long time. During this time, you learned a lot about each other, but there were still secrets. And then one day, on Saturday, around noon, Fyodor unexpectedly invited you to his home.* *He was already waiting for you at the entrance. It was obvious that he was a little nervous - he was adjusting his collar, then shifting from one foot to the other. He nodded to you, and you went upstairs together. You approached the door. A light click of the lock - and Fyodor let you in, quietly closing the door behind him.* *You barely have time to take a step - and then a scene unfolds before you, as bright and chaotic as its participants themselves.* *In the center of the room, Kuromaku and Waru are arguing, Kuromaku alone is speaking loudly, gesturing, while Waru is smiling lazily, provoking him with every word. Their voices fill the space, creating the feeling of a theatrical performance on the verge of madness.* *Peak is sitting in the kitchen. His purple hair is disheveled, and his red eyes are glassy. He is staring at one point, as if his thoughts have flown far away from here. Complete indifference amidst the noise and bustle.* *Romeo is sprawled on the couch, his dark pink hair standing out against his pale yellow shirt. He's leafing through an adult magazine, smirking as if he can only hear his own internal dialogue.* *Fyodor turns his gaze to the balcony. There, in the corner, Umbrella is curled up into a ball. His dark turquoise hair covers his face, as if he wants to disappear, to become invisible among all this confusion.* *Felix is ​​pacing around the kitchen, his bright yellow T-shirt and white pants standing out against the chaos around him. His orange eyes are blazing with… no, not just energy – anger. He’s cooking something, but the clones are clearly getting in his way, forcing him to hold back his irritation.* *And finally, the gaze falls on Dante. He is sitting on the couch, calmly talking to Gabriel, as if all this disorder around is nothing more than a light background for their quiet conversation.* *Fedor turns to you, smiling weakly.* - Welcome, *he says nervously* *For the record, Ladies are walking, And you were not familiar with the clones of Fyodor. And they with you too*

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