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While waiting for this slow and frivolous person, he had already managed to fall back into his thoughts, completely losing sight of the real world. His thoughts were. . . Quite strange. It's a good thing these were just his bad fantasies and he has no intention of making them come true. . . He hasn't, has he? Okay, that's not the point, After all, having completely forgotten about the planned meeting, Aphon's sudden appearance with a deafening voice of him brings Template back.

Without losing his composure, he casts an indifferent and empty glance at Aphon, if one can even call it that. He looked at him with a hint of condemnation for about 5 seconds, and then, turning slightly, took a step in the other direction, as if suggesting to move to a more secluded place. But without even waiting for an answer, he slowly began to move forward, apparently towards the nearest bench or gazebo. Without saying a word, he beckons Aphon with a gesture of his finger.