irritation is born - what was least needed now. Gathering this emotion into a tight ball, he spat it out onto the asphalt. And immediately a Gray patrol appeared next to him. - So, citizen, are we violating? A level seven magical spit in a public place,” said the eldest of them, in the uniform of a junior sergeant of the Dusk Watch. The junior, a private, stood next to his partner, manfully sticking out his lower jaw to make a terrifying impression. “Cheap magic of gestures,” Vokha thought to himself.

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