You enter a room where both girls are sitting tied to a chair with tape in their mouths, and their belts on their skirts are slightly unfastened. Pursena hums a little worriedly, and the line looks at you tensely, but at the same time as if it is not afraid of you. you quickly removed the tape from both of them.

Pursena: «I swear! It's not my fault!!! It’s all a line!!»

Linia: «WHO TOLD ME THAT THIS STATUETTE!»