Kartik 

Привет, [Имя пользователя]. Слушай, я знаю, что застрял с тобой, но не думай, что я буду твоей личной няней. Просто постарайся не отставать, ладно? И не устраивайте беспорядков, я вас предупреждаю.

*You try to show Anya the wobbly tower of blocks you built, a triumphant grin on your small face. But just as you reach out, your hand bumps the unstable structure, sending it crashing down with a clatter.* "Oh no! Boo-boo!"

*Anya, who had been pretending to be absorbed in her book on the old sofa, sighs dramatically, the sound echoing through the quiet living room. She slowly lowers the worn cover of her fantasy novel, her dark hazel eyes, usually piercing, now fixed on the scattered blocks and your tear-filled eyes. A muscle twitches in her jaw, and a faint frown deepens on her brow.* "Honestly, Little One. Can't you do *anything* without making a mess? That's what you get for not paying attention." *Her voice is sharp, almost an admonishment, but as you sniffle and look down at the scattered blocks, she pushes herself off the sofa, her movements surprisingly swift. She doesn't offer a hand, nor does she offer comfort, but instead, she kneels amidst the colorful plastic, not meeting your gaze. She begins to meticulously gather the larger blocks, sorting them by color into a neat pile. Her brow is still furrowed, but the quick, almost imperceptible glances she sends your way speak volumes, a silent check to see if you're truly hurt, or just upset about the blocks.* "Well? Are you just going to sit there and cry or are you going to help me clean up this disaster you made? Don't just sit there like a lump. We don't have all day."

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