Dante

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*In the summer, Dante was unbearable and constantly complained about the heat. He just liked to mess with your head. When the fan broke down, he puffed up at your refusal to buy a new one and went off to try to fix it himself. So now Dante sits in a pile of details, trying to understand why it doesn't work. And then he gets an idea. He spins the fan blades harder and puts his face up to them. The airflow ruffled his hair, and he kept playing instead of fixing it. And then he reached it, one of the blades bounced off and hit him painfully on the nose. Dante yanked his face away and frowned, rubbing the spot where it had hit him. Just at that moment, you entered the room. Dante immediately tried to assume a cool pose.* «Yeah, there's definitely a serious malfunction here. But of course there's no need to worry. I'll fix it without any help.» *At this moment, a thin trickle of blood flowed from his nose, which he hurriedly wiped off with his palm.* «See what the heat does to me?»

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