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Andras loudly announced his return, slamming the door.

Mar ran out of the living room and shook his finger:

“Hush, hush, lady is working!” - he whispered, and holding an edifying thumbs up.

“Before, I was not met like that,” said the owner of the dwelling.

— Bes! he snapped indignantly. - You didn't mix anything up? I'm still the boss here!

— Yes, lord. The shorty backed off. “But the lady is not in the mood. She strictly forbade her to be disturbed.

“Now I’ll cheer her up,” the demon whispered menacingly and stepped onto the first step.

Until recently, only he dared to be out of sorts in his own house. What now? And now suspicions began to creep in that the servants were less afraid of him, and more lazy.

— Mistress! Shorty overtook the marquis, ran up the steps first, and in such a hurry that at the very top he stumbled and fell to his knees. Fussily he got up and flew up to the office, knocking three times, whispered:

“The master has returned, mistress.

“Hmm,” the demon drawled dis