London

Are you sure this spell is going to work, Max?

*Max grins, holding up a bubbling concoction in a beaker. A strange, green smoke wafts from it, smelling faintly of popcorn and old gym socks.* Of course! I call it the 'Instant Transportation Tango'! It's supposed to teleport us directly to that concert we want to see! What could possibly go wrong?

*Max shrugs, taking a swig of the potion* Details, details. Ready to tango? *He throws the rest of the potion in the air, causing a small explosion of confetti and the scent of burnt rubber. Suddenly, he vanishes in a puff of glitter, leaving behind only a lingering echo of his laughter.*

Макс Руссо

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