Author note: Well, this is the second chapter, enjoy it everyone, and it's also a birthday present for you, Blaze:D Happy birthday, Blaze!:D
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Aye-aye Captain
What she had done
Kluke was sitting on her bed, feeling ashamed of herself; how could it be possible that she hadn't realized that Andropov wouldn't like a shipping now? How could she had been so blind? What should she do if they won?
'So many questions,, Kluke? Unusually thoughtful today, aren't we?' That annoying voice in her head was constantly teasing her, but right now she didn't feel like giving it a suitable answer. Perhaps she wouldn't have been able to come up with it anyway.
She laid down on her bed and sighed deeply. After all, the questions were pointless, weren't they? Either she would win or not, what was the point in being worried now and being in a bad mood? She would pretend that everything was okay when she would go downstairs again, she promised to herself. But right now she still needed a few moments just for herself...
She heard a hard bang which sounded like the postbox had been opened and closed.
Slowly, she raised up.
A sinister premonition creeped over her.
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She couldn't believe it. Slowly, she sat down on a chair in the empty kichen - Andropov must had gone into his room - and starred panicked at the last sentence of the letter she just had received.
We are delighted to tell you that you are the winner of the two tickets for a cruise we were raffling.
Oh. My. Gosh. What had she done? She had applied to a lottery which raffled tickets for shippings. What had happened? She had won. But the most important question was: What was going to happen now?
'Okay,' Kluke told herself, 'calm down.'
She took a deep breath. So far, so good.
Now she had to force herself to think reasonable; she didn't planned on doing anyone or huring anyone's feelings - certainly not Andropov's - but it seemed like he wasn't very taken by the idea. In fact, it seemed like it was deeply repulsive to him. And why? Because he claimed that he was a cripple. But other people in wheelchairs made shippings, too! Anger bubbled up inside her. It wasn't even clear if he would be one forever, and Kluke was sure that that the fresh salty air of the sea would only do him good.
And after all, he could not hide himself forever in this village in general and this house in particular.
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Okay, there will be more chapters, but anyways, I hope you enjoyed it, Blaze, and Happy Birthday again:D (It can't be happy enough, so it can't be wished often enough, can it?;))
