About the book: year / - Now at least it’s clear why you hid him from us. - Kulmi... - And what immediately - Kulmi? Maybe I want to praise your choice! - Kulmi. - I remain silent and silent. - This is not at all necessary, - Miyol smiled. “The truth is, I doubt that it will be so easy for me to praise my friend’s choice of a friend in return.” “So?” Are there really no words for my dazzling amazingness? - There are words, but they can only be interpreted in two ways and wrongly. Therefore, sometimes it is wiser to remain silent. “A friend’s friend is not my friend, heh.” Outwardly and from the outside, Kulmi seemed nondescript. She was short in stature, had a crooked figure... oh, whatever - to put it bluntly, the poor fellow had proportions that brought her almost closer to hunchbacks. A torso without a pronounced waist, a chest like a barrel, a short neck... it seems that either a birth injury or an infantile illness had an effect. Although her large, transparent brown eyes, covered with long and thick eyelashes, definitely looked good; and the face as a whole had correct, classic proportions, in addition emphasized by skillfully applied makeup. But Kulmi aun-Lagore had no intention of having any complexes about her appearance. And after just a minute of communication, her lively, light, ironic and sarcastic character made her completely forget about any defects in appearance. — And this is Sankhan.