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Chapter 21
Felik and Grigor trotted across the field towards us. Felik shook hands with Charlotte.
"What a wonderful work, girl," he said. "I'm a bit emotional as you can imagine. Me, Grigor and the guys at the Matryoshka watched your videotape six, maybe seven times. Stayed up at night."
Then Felik turned to me and stepped over to shake my hand.
"Thank you, Darci," he murmured and looked at us one by one. He seemed too choked up. He shook his head. "You're all here..." he gasped. Then he turned to Grigor. "Can you believe this?"
Grigor smiled and put his arm around his shoulders. His mirror glasses had fogged up. Olive handed Felik a tissue.
"Boy, this team should've been sponsored by Kleenex,
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