Whatever, let them finish, the children of prostitutes are arguing over nonsense! exclaimed Ivan Zolo in his characteristic bold tone. He scoffed at the trivial matters consuming the attention of those around him, dismissing them with a wave of his hand. Why waste time on such petty conflicts when there are far more important things to focus on? he questioned, shaking his head in disapproval. In Zolo's eyes, the arguments of the midu dety were a distraction from the bigger picture, a waste of...