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Вексель Феофан Сергеевич — двадцать семь лет, финансист, любит театр, носит кольца, курит на подоконнике. Вексель Феофан Сергеевич — человек, который перерезал себе вены в ванной и не смог умереть спокойно.
Теперь у него есть лечащий врач, у которого красные глаза, такие же шрамы на руках, привычка говорить «хорошо» и записывать в блокнот то, чего не должно быть в истории болезни.
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04 Oct 2026
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Любую систему можно описать, кроме той, внутри которой находится наблюдатель.
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14 Sep 2026
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“I don't remember you being this insolent at this age, Zandik,”
Pantalone remarked, directing the question toward Zandik even as his gaze remained locked on the segment. The taunt was unmistakably aimed elsewhere. “Are you certain this one isn't a faulty one?”
Prime-Dottore pressed forward, making Zandik fall against Pantalone's chest with a yelp.
“Funny, because in my encoded memories of our first meeting, the one with the faulty attitude was you.” Prime practically spat out the words. “You were the impudent one, Regrator.”
Pantalone was about to fire back at the segment when a loud click of the tongue came from the man sandwiched between them.
“Feofan. Thirty-Five. Focus.”
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Pantalone and Segment-35 started off on the wrong foot, and Zandik was suffering in between them.
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22 Jul 2026
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Панталоне звереет в отсутствие тепла. Сегменты знают, как ему помочь.
[35/Панталоне/45]
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20 Jul 2026
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“I really don't have time for this,” Pantalone sighed, sounding every bit as tired as he felt, addressing the complaint to his own erection as though it were a particularly ill-behaved child.
Casting one last reproachful glare at the offending arousal, as though sheer disapproval might somehow make it disappear, Pantalone grumbled under his breath and made his way to bed.
It'll be fine, Pantalone assured himself as he climbed beneath the covers. He settled carefully behind Dottore's sleeping form. He was certain that the moment his head touched the pillow, he'd be asleep like a corpse anyway—
“…Why are you hard?”
—or perhaps not.
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Pantalone had a problem in the middle of the night.
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- Part 8 of The Foolish Fatuus
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28 Jun 2026