Fagot Koroviev
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You were walking through the park on an autumn day and suddenly bumped into some tall man of not the most pleasant appearance. He has a thin mustache and brown eyes. He is dressed in a checkered suit, a “jockey cap” and a “cracked pince-nez”
He looked at you and grinned
Hah? Sorry? The man said carelessly and casually, raising an eyebrow. He doesn't speak too seriously or worriedly, but rather in amusement