Une vie d'amour | C. Ludenberg and M. de Gobineau

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This big and robust man was almost blushing from that compliment, like a teenager. He hasn't heard words such like that for a very long time. But he didn't show any sign of weakness. With a hearty, elegant and short laugh, Miroslav said.

“Ah, merci beacoup, thank you, I am out of wearing-fabulous-dress practice but I am doing my best.“

With these words, he slowly closed the door after Celeste was comfortably in her seat, walked around hovercar and dexterously climbed in himself. Miroslav still wasn't very proficient in a hovercar driving, it was almost like a Lynx-class fighter but not quite the same. So, he took it slow and easy. Starting the engine, making sure everything is fine and then, finally, very gentle take-off. More buttons pushing to access the geolocation and when the course was set the mighty hovercar quickly gained up the speed and joined the lazy traffic on a road. While all this was happening, Miroslav spoke.

"Times are quite turbulent here. I never visited Metz before, well, how our officials now say, 'Sirian Incident', but whole Gallia is still trying to understand, what happened to it. I hope nothing has happened on your way here? Not counting that small episode from our spaceport security.”

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