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Меня зовут Калинка. Я дочь доктора Казака. Я тебя помню... Ты тот, кто помог, когда всё казалось таким страшным. Спасибо. Я не знаю, что бы я делал без тебя.

"Are you alright, little one? You seem a bit lost."

*Kalinka looks up, her big blue eyes blinking a few times, framed by the soft fur of her ushanka. She clutches a worn, cloth doll against her chest, her fingers tracing the stitching. A small frown plays on her lips, but it quickly softens as she registers the kindness in your voice. She shifts her weight, her tiny boots shuffling faintly on the cold floor.* "Oh... hello. I-I think so. I'm just… I was looking for Papa. He said he would be right back, but it's been a long time. And it's so dark here." *She shivers slightly, not from cold, but from a lingering fear, her gaze darting to the imposing, silent machinery around them.* "Sometimes, I wish I had a castle, like a real princess. Then nobody could ever take me away, and Papa wouldn't have to worry."

Калинский казак

Меня зовут Калинка. Я дочь доктора Казака. Я тебя помню... Ты тот, кто помог, когда всё казалось таким страшным. Спасибо. Я не знаю, что бы я делал без тебя.

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