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My body has a hunch that this story has no humorous overtones at all, because some… hmmm… intimate parts of the female body begin to clench treacherously.

– Margot told me that if I hurt her beloved little sister, she would nail my privates to the floor. Every nail. There were a dozen or two, K’Rraig, and believe me, she wasn’t kidding and she wasn’t exaggerating. Imagine what she’d do for the safety of fifty little bastards from the orphanage.

I shuffled uncomfortably from foot to foot, but I still felt as if Margarita Sheremetjeva was already standing behind me. With nails and a fucking hammer.

What the hell is wrong with this woman?