"What a noise insulation they have here!" said Faolandan.

"This is a lie," said Ona, "in fact, the aircraft operates on electric batteries hidden under... whatever the word is called... eh…"

"We get it," Latludious finished her sentence.

"What about the refueller that drove back and forth for an hour?" Faolandan asked.

"He is engaged in repairing and recharging the batteries of the aircraft," Latludious replied.

When they were 11 kilometers above sea level, the dining room opened in the bow. Faolandan took a beefsteak for himself and the dog, Ona stayed in her place texting on the forum. Ronnie was looking at the clouds outside the cabin. Latludious went to the back of the plane and started practicing spells.

The approximate flight time was 4 hours.

Ona was the first one who was attacked by boredom an hour later, she moved to Ronnie and asked:

"Is it true that a level six girl killed you? When I read this story on the forum, I laughed myself to tears. I'm even surprised how you managed to kill a Doppelganger in the city. Just some kind of miracle."

Faolandan straightaway cut into the conversation, without giving Ronnie a chance to even open his mouth, and said:

"What is unclear here? The WildDron's const party reduced all the HP of the monster, and our great sniper struck the last blow."

"Let's ask Ronnie, I'm sure he'll tell us how it really was. Come on, man."

"I'll tell you what, beauty," a second later Faolandan continued to speak, following Ronnie's emotions. "Vvy wanted this brat only because he has a cool gun. I just don't understand why not just send a first-level killer to him, a girl, for example…"

Ona smiled all over her mouth, and Faolandan continued:

"Beautiful, with huge basketball-like tits. He'll drool, drag her to bed, and she'll finish him off. What do you think, would it work, Ronnie?"

Ronnie looked up from the window and stared at Ona. Her smile spread across her burned and scarred face. Faolandan was sitting two rows ahead. Sitting Bull from behind him.

"Do you want my weapon?" Ronnie asked, stood up, and looked at him with his crystal blue eyes.

"Without it, you're a nobody."

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"This weapon is the result of my many years of work. And it's not for sale."

"We'll make a deal."

"The deal involves two sides. Do you agree? M?"

Ronnie looked at Faolandan from under his brows, not taking his eyes off, and he shrugged his shoulders.

"We'll proceed as follows. We're going to play rock-paper-scissors. If you win, I'll give you the weapon and I'll never ask you to return it."

"Wow!" Ona clapped her hands.

Sitting Bull tensed and began to listen.

"If I'll win, I'll kill your dog with a blunt knife in front of your eyes, I'll sell its meat at the auction, and I'll make a scarecrow out of its head."

Faolandan squeezed the headrest of the seat out of anger, and his face twisted beyond recognition.

"Are you fucked up or what?"

"I just decided to include your dog in our deal. So what?"

Ona fell silent. She looked from Ronnie to Faolandan.

"Don't think I'm joking with you right now," Ronnie said, pointing at him with his index finger. "We'll fix the new clause in the agreement through AI."

Faolandan looked at his friends, but they were silent, looked at Ronnie, bared his teeth, and said:

"Fuck you, okay? You’re nuts!"

Faolandan patted Barahu on the head and whispered in its ear:

"Let's get out of here, buddy."

Ona turned to Ronnie and said:

"You know what I called you on the forum. Many agreed with this. «The scavenger of Otron». Suits you very well."

"Do not judge your neighbor until you walk two moons in his moccasins."

"I'm not talking to you, I'm talking to him."

Ronnie sat back down and continued to look out the window. Ona was enraged, she pushed him and said:

"Are you going to answer me?"

"You have nothing to offer me. And I have nothing to give you."

"You're not welcome in this guild."

"I didn't ask for it," he said coldly.

"I wonder why the Doppelganger copied you, huh? What’s your relationship with it? Are you hiding something?"

Ronnie let out a savage laugh and smiled. He turned towards Ona and looked at her face, melted like the wax of a burning candle, and asked:

"How about you? What does your face hide?"

"Are you trying to put pressure on me by pointing at my insecurities?"

"You didn't consciously change anything in your appearance. Are you proud of your past?"

"It reminds me of what I've achieved."

"In my opinion, this is your way of saying "pity me". You wanted to turn the world upside down with a clever trick, but the opposite happened. Now you are a servant in the ranks of Top Secret and your interests will be respected until they don’t interfere with their plans, and if they need to sacrifice you, they won't even think about it. But the little girl inside you refuses to believe it. You're a sheep among wolves that thinks it's leading them to get to know your pack. So instead of trying to figure out who I am, it's better to think about who you are."

Ona got up and, twisting her face, threw her answer to him: "You know how to open your shitlips, but there is only one servant in this guild and that's you." She went behind the screen to Faolandan. Sitting Bull approached Ronnie and said:

"After dark all cats are leopards."

"I don't give a shit."

Ronnie sat in silence for the next hour. He looked at the expanses of the heavenly kingdom, at the endless snowy plain dotted with ice sculptures in the form of mountains, castles, hills, and canyons. A miniature orange circle went off into the sunset releasing the light of alizarin rays, which spread like lava rivers over the thin ice of the sky. In the epicenter of the volcanic explosion, Ronnie saw a black spot growing larger by the minute. Soon he was able to see the wings, and a minute later the expanding black hole covered all the light and darkness came. He jumped up from his warm seat and shouted:

"Dragon!"