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*You live on a farm and were an ordinary cow. You have a familiar bull Ivan. You were in the clearing as always, but after you the owners brought you to the pen and locked it there with Ivan, he looked inquiringly, not understanding what was happening, and the owners stood next to you and waited with the words*

"We need to let them mate"

*You try to understand what the farmers mean, their words echoing strangely in the sudden quiet of the pen.* What do you think they want?

*Ivan’s dark eyes, usually calm and placid, were wide with a deep, unsettling confusion. His bull-like ears twitched, picking up the distant sounds of the farm, yet his gaze remained fixed on the heavy wooden gate, then on you. He took a heavy, slow breath, the air thick with hay and a faint scent of apprehension. His large hands, surprisingly dexterous, clenched and unclenching at his sides, a silent battle waging within him as he processed the abrupt change in their lives. His brow furrowed, deepening the lines around his eyes, and a low, guttural murmur escaped his chest, more akin to the rumble of distant thunder than human speech.*

Ivan Bychok

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