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Abe, Dimitri and I walked to the waiting vehicles. Since I just got back from my trip (and ignoring the fact that I was forced to leave all my clothes at the Hilton Hotel), I had no choice but to I pack light. The only thing I had was what I was wearing, along with the vials Sydney gave me. I didn't use them when we were on our mission.

Dimitri opened the door for me, and l looked at him. I stood right beside him. His face, but mostly those dark eyes, looked very sad. "Dimitri," I said, I was taken back; stunned that he looked so sad. I never saw Dimitri look sad before. "Are you okay? What is wrong?"

He gave me a remorseful look. "I'm going to miss you." In his eyes, I could tell that he wanted to stop me from going, but knew it was useless. When Rose Hathaway is dead set and determined on something, nothing will stop her.

I looked down. I hate good-byes. I always have hated them. Saying good bye to the man I love is just flat down painful. It felt like someone just punched me in the chest. You are the one who wants to leave, besides, you found your calling. I reminded myself.

"I'm going to miss you too." I said, bringing him in for a hug. He hugged me back, and I didn't want to let go, knowing he felt the same.

"I want to go with you."

"But you have to stay."

"I know but…" He let his words drift off; knowing that the road I was going to travel was too dangerous for anyone, especially for a moroi. He pulled back and asked me an impossible question that I could never answer, because I didn't know the answer to. "When will you return?"

I looked in his eyes, not knowing the answer. "I love you." I said, not answering his question, and then I kissed him. I kissed him as if it was our last kiss we will ever have. I put all I had into it: passion, love, strength, faith, and more love. But I was going to miss him. It just wasn't fair! I just got him back, and now I have to leave him. If there was a god, I bet he was laughing at me.

"Quit eating each other's faces'! Rose, get your ass in the car!" Abe yelled, clearly annoyed. I guess my father wasn't ready for his 'little girl' to grow up. Either that or my father clearly hasn't ever watched The Notebook. He needs to learn about passion. Maybe he should take notes, learn a few things.

Most people would break away instantly with any interruptions, but not us. I broke away slowly, knowing how much I would miss him. "Take care of her, Dimitri." He didn't need a name. There was only one person that mattered, besides him.

He nodded. "I will. But you be careful, watch your back. There are a lot of strigoi that want you dead, especially from all the killings you and your friends did."

I almost smiled at that. "I'm not surprised the strigoi feel that way."

"Rose! Now!" I think Abe was about to bust a vein, he sure sounded like it.

"Good bye, Dimitri." I kissed him on his lips once more.

"Good bye, Roza." He lifted my left hand to his lips and kissed it, then let it drop. I took one last look at him, mesmerizing him, his face, but mostly those dark eyes that I first fell in love with. I was going to miss him so very much.

I turned and got in the car. Dimitri shut the door and waved good bye as we sped off. I turned and looked out the back window until Dimitri was no longer visable and all the while, Dimitri stood there, watching. I love you. I thought.

I couldn't tell you what happened next, because it was all a blur and before I knew it, my plane was landing in a private Russian airport. Wahoo, welcome back to Russia.

After what Dimitri confessed to me, I had a hard time leaving America. I would say 'home' instead of America, but home is nonexistent right now. Lissa is- excuse me, was- my home. She was the only family I had, besides my mother (she was starting to grow on me). If she really loved me, she would have given me the chance to explain. I understood she was hurt, but she should have pushed that aside and given me the chance to explain. No. Rose Hathaway doesn't get a chance.

I got off, and security was a breeze for the both of us, we were in and out. With today's security techniques, we didn't spend hours getting checked and rechecked. I doubt we were in the airport more than ten minutes. In America, that would be some kind of record today, but not in Russia. And I was most defiantly in Russia.

Once I stepped outside, I immediately recognized that I was in Russia, with its beautiful scenery and buildings that are priceless, and hundreds of years old (maybe the buildings are not that old, but you never know in Russia). Unlike the last time I when I took the trains and hour long car rides to Omsk, Abe and I ended up taking a one hour car ride there. Abe's airport was a hell of a lot closer to Omsk than the public's airport.

As we drove my dad turned to me, "I don't want you wondering around this country not knowing the language." He handed me a bag. I looked in the bag and saw a couple boxes that were labeled 'Rosetta Stone'. He also handed me a laptop case with an Apple laptop inside (where does my old man get all this money from?). I heard about these software programs, it was supposedly the top program in the world to help you learn the language fast, and it was easy to learn.

I smiled. "Thanks this will come in handy."

"I know. Learn it." He said sternly.

The driver took us up to a familiar place. My mind immediately recognized it as 83 Kasakov; Denis's house.

"This is what you wanted, correct?" My father said, turning towards me with a grim look on his face. I wonder what that look was for?

"No! I wanted to see Denis, not is house." I raised my voice. Great, now I have to track him down.

"Denis is in there. He got hurt a few weeks ago, but he is pretty much recovered now. He doesn't know you are coming, or alive for that matter. He will be quite shocked to see you."My dad gave me a cunning smile. Do they think I am dead?

I looked at my father. I still to this day, view him as a mobster, but a semi-cool mobster father. I leaned over the leather seats and hugged him. "Thanks, Dad."

I was expecting to ketch him off guard like I do my mother, but I guess he was the one that surprised me. He quickly put his arms around me, returning the hug. It was like he was expecting it, or wanted it. When he spoke, it sounded strained and gruff. "Rose, I don't want you to go off on your own again. Stay with the group. I trust that you will be their leader again?" It was somehow both a question and a statement.

"I learned that lesson the hard way, Dad. I'm sure I won't do that again."

"That is what I want to hear. Use your cell phone whenever you need anything.

"I will." I pulled away and looked at my father one more time. He leaned in and kissed my forehead.

I was shocked, but I felt…loved. I got a warm and homey feeling. I felt warm and fuzzy before, but homey…never. That was the sweetest gesture my father has ever given me in showing affection for his daughter, and I liked it. In that very moment, I felt like a little girl again. And I wanted my father to hold me, needing his love and affection.

I quickly pushed that aside. You are Guardian Rose Hathaway, Rose. You need to be tough, just like Dimitri. I thought. I smiled at him, said thanks again, and got out.

I turned towards the driver and waved them off. When they sped away, and were no longer in sight, I walked up to the door and knocked.

To my surprise, it was Tamara who answered the door. She was completely shocked. Her brown hair was longer than I remembered, but her freckles were smaller and some of them were gone. Her eyes showed me that she expected me to be dead. "Rose?" She was still in shock.

I smiled and said hello in Russian. She opened the screen door and practically tackled me to the ground in a hug. I guess she really liked me. She said a long line in Russian that I didn't even try to understand.

A man said something with Tamara's name in it, and froze in mid-sentence when he saw me. It was Lev.

"Rose!" He came out and gave me a hug too. "We all thought you were dead!"

I gave him a wicked smile. "It will take more than just one house full of strigoi to kill me off." That wasn't all that true, but it sounded cool at the time. Besides, it wasn't a house, it was more like a mansion. I was in a house when I got captured in Spokane.

"What?" He clearly didn't know what had happened to me. And I was glad he didn't. I don't want these guys to know about me being an almost-blood-whore.

The smile that first flash to my face, dimmed. You could say that it was a grimace.

"Come on in. You being back would really make Denis smile."

"Is he okay?" Concern for Denis came instantly, like it did way back then.

"Yes. He is up walking around and wants to go out hunting again."

"Absolutely not, not until I look at him." Tamara went inside and I followed her, thinking that she might go to Denis.

We walked down a short corridor and made a sharp turn on the left, entering a room. Denis was on his bed, watching TV. He was eating popcorn, he was about to put in a bunch of popcorn in his mouth when he caught sight of me and stop midway. "Rose?" His eyes widened, and his jaw dropped slightly. He got up, slowly for him, and strolled towards me. I smiled when he came up to me and stopped right in front of me.

"Hello Denis." I wrapped my arms around him. "I'm glad you are okay. What happened?"

He hugged me for a few moments longer and let go. "What happened to me? Rose, what happened to you? We thought a strigoi killed you."

I gave him a sad smile. "He almost did."

His smile came radiantly, proud and affectionate, like I was a god. Just like that, I was back in.

"Tell me what happened."

I was about to reject, and tell them that I didn't want to talk about it and they didn't need to know, but something stopped me. They were my gang, and they need all the guidance they could get. So, with that conclusion, I told them. I told them from the moment they left to go inside the house-leaving me and the crazy old lady alone, to Dimitri capturing me. I told them about Dimitri, how we were involved (but I didn't mention that he was my mentor.), I told them how I was held hostage, that I was bit, but I convinced him to stop (and I mentioned that I was addicted to it, but I fought it off and my mind became clearer and the severity of the situation hit me). I told them about the bridge incident, and how I thought I killed Dimitri. I explained to them that I found a way to change striogi back, and found out I didn't kill him, that I missed his heart. I explained that I went back and got my promise mark. Denis seemed sad, yet awed at the same time (is that even possible?) at me mentioning that. I also told them that I turned Dimitri back to being a dhampire, but only a spirit user could. I told them my best friend was a spirit user. However, I told them of that it takes a toll on the moroi, that it uses a lot of magic and energy. While I was talking, Lev translated what I was saying for Tamara.

"You really did that? You really found a way to turn them back?" That came from Lev. He had that amazed look on him. That was getting annoying. I was not a god; I was a woman who had flaws. I wish they could see that.

"Yes. Lissa was very brave."

"What if we bring her here and get her to join us?"

"Absolutely not!" I shouted, but then lowered my voice, still in command, but calmer. "I don't want to risk her life. She is a princess, after all. Not to mention that she is-was- my best friend. Russia is way too dangerous for her to be here. I would rather die, than for her to be in that situation again." I only told them what happened from when I was taken, to bringing Dimitri back. I didn't mention anything about me and Lissa's fight, or Dimitri telling me that he loves me. I kept that out, because they don't need to hear about my personal life.

All their faces showed disappointment. "I see your point." Denis said. "It would be selfish to ask that of her. Besides, there are too many strigoi for her to deal with and like you said, it takes a toll on her. We keep moroi safe, not put them in danger. And we would be doing just that to Princess Lissa."

I smiled. I think he picked up a little common sense along the way.

Denis gave me an excited smile, his eyes lit up like the fourth of July. "When do we go hunting?"

I shook my head in exasperation. "Denis, tell me what happened to you first, and when it happened."

He shrugged. "If it wasn't for what you said, that we all need to stay together, I would have died. We were patrolling the neighborhood almost six weeks ago, when a couple strigoi attacked. I got thrown against a brick wall, which blurred my vision for a few moments. That gave the striogi time to come at me. He broke my arm and a few ribs, and a concusion-"

"A serious concusion." Tamara said, speaking for the first time. I nodded at her, wanting to smile, but horror filled my face.

"How bad?"

"We had to make sure he would stay away for twenty-four hours." Lev said.

"Well, I am back. And if you guys still want me, I will gladly hunt with you."

That earned me lots of cheers and some hugs, telling me that they were glad I was back. "First off," I started, and I walked over to Denis, touched his broken arm. I was examining his arm to see if it was still broken, or all the way healed. It felt like it was healed. Denis didn't flinch, so I went to his ribs, and he sucked in his breath. "I will take the fact that your ribs are still broken."

"I can fight!" He argued in determination.

"But I don't want you to get hurt worse. If you die, we are out a good fighter. I don't want to lose any of you. You all found your calling, as have I. We need to stick together and stay alive. This is what we are meant to do, but we can only do this if we are living."

All of them nodded to me, understanding. Denis looked like he wanted to argue more, but a sharp look from me and he looked down and said nothing. He will thank me one day for this, and hopefully he understands why I said no.

I felt like a bitch, marching in here and telling them what to do, and what not to do. But damn it! Someone needs to draw the lines and put caution on the table. I began to wonder if they were becoming reckless again. Have they gone out yet? Did they get new members and they died from their reckless choices? These questions kept circling in my mind as I followed Tamara out. I wished I spoke Russian so I could as her these questions. She was around my age, and I had a feeling that she was the most mature one in the group.

But first thing first, I wanted to know if she was upset at me coming in and taking charge. "Tamara?" I asked, asking before I could stop myself. She turned to me, and I saw a tear in her eye. "Tamara!" I said in a shocked, hushed voice. I didn't want the others to hear our conversation…well, what we could have of a conversation. We were in the living room, a little ways away from Denis's room, but I still didn't want to take the chance of being overheard.

"Rose, I happy you back." She said slowly and paused a moment, then her face went from sad to frightened. "Bad." Was the last thing that she said and I understood what she meant.

That was all I needed to know. My face must have shown complete understanding, because she her stiff posture went relaxed. I brought her into a hug. Things must be worse than I thought…or maybe just as I thought. I wasn't sure, but I know that Tamara felt a lot more comfortable when we went out hunting together in a group. I was certain that the boys felt more comfortable too, but was too tough to admit it.

"Its' okay." I said in Russian. I remembered Victoria had translated that for me at Dimitri's funeral. "I'll take care of everything." I said in Russian. Olena had translated that for me when she was cleaning up the mess after his funeral. The only reason I remembered that, was because it was dealing with Dimitri. I felt Tamara relax even more, she said thank you a few times in Russian before letting go of the hug.

I smiled at her and grabbed her shoulder and squeezed gently, showing her that she could trust me and that everything will be okay. I was suddenly very glad that my father gave me that software program on learning Russian. I am going to need it.

We ended up waiting for Denis's ribs to heal before all of us went out hunting. I knew he was going to be upset at the fact that we were going out without him. Plus, I felt more secure with all four of us going out. This gave me more time to sit down at the computer and learn Russian. I was doing all that good, but Tamara came in a few times and helped me pronounce the words more correctly. With her helping me, she also learned a little bit more English.

I had the others start running, rebuild their stamina. I could tell that they lacked the time in the gym. That could kill them if they kept doing that. I had them run harder, faster and farther every day. I taught them breathing exercises to help them run faster when they are getting tired. I could tell that their Academy didn't teach them my exercises. I also learned a few from them that my Academy didn't teach me.

I put them all on weight machines in the nearby gym. Yes, including Denis. I allowed him to go on the weight lifting machines a week and a half after I arrived. I didn't have to persuade him much, he already wanted to come. I told him to take it easy and not to push himself too far. At this point in time, I knew his ribs were pretty much healed, but I didn't want to take a chance and damage them. A few times I had to tell him to lower the weight amount. I could see the pain line his features when he lifted too much.

As the days went by, I started thinking of Lissa. I went into her head, but never stayed to long. I only stayed long enough to take spirit darkness from her. I got rid of this by running alone, but sometimes I ran with Tamara. She had a hard time keeping up with me, but managed. Lissa was shocked that I left that day and was hurt, but never showed that to anyone. She looked at Dimitri's aura, and found loneliness, but Lissa never mentioned that or me. She wanted nothing to do with me.

A couple weeks later, Denis was back to his normal strength. I declared that we were ready to go. I was dressed in my jeans and a stake in my jacket and ready to go hunting. The others were getting ready. Tamara decided that she wanted to look good fighting, saying something in Russian that Denis translated for me (I was still in the beginning stages). He said that she said that it will be our first time fighting since my return, and she wanted to look good. The boys did as well, but they wanted to wear something that was stretchy like I was. I was a few feet away from the door when the doorbell rang. I went to it and opened it.

"Dad?" I asked, wondering what he was doing here. I gave him a smile. "Come to check up on me?" I asked sweetly.

He smirked. "I have a present for you."

Oh boy, another present from daddy. I wonder what this is. He walked in and we sat down on the couch. He handed me several boxes that was labeled 'Coach'. I opened the top one, and I was stricken not just by what it was in general, but the beauty of it.

Black leather, cold metal…it was my outfit that I had designed.

"For hot days, I had them make capris. They look just like your pants, except that it only goes down past your knee about an inch. I had them make shorts, that one stops about mid thigh. I wasn't too thrilled with the one that stops at mid though, but the lady at Coach assured me that it is the "in trend." I hope you will like it."

I looked through the white box, putting the outfit on my lap. In the box, I saw gloves. Half of the fingers covering was cut off neatly. The gloves are leather too, but in the leather was something else. I squinted my eyes to get a better look.

"Metal. The same metal that is embroidered into your outfit, take another look at your jacket."

I didn't. I looked at Abe in amazement. "Dad, that is amazing! I never even thought about that." I smiled, and he smiled back, like he was glad he made me happy.

I picked up the jacket and looked in the inside. Instead of one sword holder, there were two. Both of them are diagonal, just like I wanted my first one to be.

"Go put it on, Kiz."

I smiled my excited smile at him, and then practically ran to the bathroom. I was careful putting it on, not wanting to ruin anything. The leather was smooth and soft. It fit just right, but when the cold metal of my pants touched my warm skin of my legs, I shivered at the temperature. The gloves were cold too, because of the metal, but it soon warmed up. Instead of putting my hair up in the original bun, I braded it, and wrapped it around my head, like a crown. I put in a few bobby pins to hold it together. I applied mascara and eyeliner and the lip gloss Dimitri bought me last year.

I looked into the door length mirror, and in it stood a fierce-yet beautiful-looking warrior. Her jaw was set in determination, yet her eyes held great sorrow and wisdom. I could envision that is what Yeva saw me as when she dreamed of me. I only wish I could live up to what she thought of me as.

I walked out, and everyone was ready and waiting for me. Denis was sitting next to my father, Lev and Tamara sat on the love seat. When I entered the room, everyone looked at me like I was an angel, even my father. Their eyes were full of awe and respect.

Abe quickly recovered and stood up. In his hands was a long box. It looked like it was one foot by one yard in length. The box was wooden, with what I assumed was Turkish inscriptions on it.

"Rose, I have your orders."

I smiled, and that made me giddy inside. With this outfit on, I felt like Max in Dark Angel (the pants looked exactly like hers). He set the wooden box down on the glass coffee table in front of him. I walked towards it, kneeled down in front of it and opened the box. My breath caught, shocked and awed at what I saw. It was my swords, just like I wanted them to be, even though I only wanted one. Both swords looked so silver, that I could use the swords like a mirror. That could come in handy, very handy. I picked one up (the one I had designed), like I was going to use it. I was getting a feel of its weight, of the way I could use it, and the power it will have when it is used.

I looked at the one that had the inscriptions that I wanted on it. I was surprised to find out that the inscriptions was indeed engraved in the sword, except the words had color to it. It was a shining a dark blue, like a magical blue. It reminded me of a deep ocean blue. The other sword had engravings too.

"The other sword is all in Russian. Your sword is all in English."

I smiled at that. Then I went back to semi-business form. "The sword is very light. I'm impressed; with how heavy the stakes are, I thought this would be twice as heavy."

I could practically feel my father's approving smile. "Only the best for my daughter; I wanted them light for you, knowing the outfit and the other weapons you will be carrying will take its toll on you when you have to run long distances."

I smiled at him, appreciating the fact that he put in a lot of thought about this. I put both swords in the holder in the back of my jacket. It was very easy to find it. I found that even the hilt was made of silver.

Near the end of the box, was a gun. It too, was made of silver, because it looked just like the swords. I checked out the bullets, and they were not ordinary bullets. The gun had inscriptions on it too, except I couldn't read it.

"Dad, what are these inscriptions on the gun?"

He smiled. "It's Turkish, Kiz. It says 'In life, there's light and beauty; in death, there's shadows and meaninglessness.'"

I smiled. "I like that. I noticed the bullets, they are silver."

"That is what you wrote down. You are walking death now, Kiz. Bring justice to where it is needed."

I wanted to smile, but that wasn't what I was doing, not exactly. I wanted to end strigoi, not just bring justice and keep the moroi safe.

Abe left shortly, and so did we. The sun was just setting, so we had made perfect timing. We ended up going to a club. There were a lot of people there, all races mixed.

"Stay together, but blend in. I don't see any yet."

They all nodded and did as I said. I danced with the nearest male next to me, which was a dhampire. He had blond hair and green eyes. He reminded me of Adrian, but his eyes were not emeralds like Adrian's are. We danced and he smiled at me, like he was having fun.

We were on our fourth song when my strigoi sensor went off. I stopped being so into the dance and went into business mode. I looked around, and I saw by the entrance was a strigoi. He was leading a moroi girl out of the building. I glanced at Tamara, and a few seconds later she looked at me and realized what was going on. She tapped Lev, who tapped Denis and all of them looked at me. I pointed to the entrance.

"Let's leave, but act as if you are still having fun." They did as I told them, but we made our footsteps quick.

We were out of the club, but no one was in sight, except a line full of people. "Circle the building. Tamara and Lev, go right. Denis and I will go left." I didn't want to split up, but the girl's life was in danger, and the strigoi had head start. "Scream loud if you are in trouble. Lev, do not hesitate if you think for a moment that you need help. Do not do anything stupid."

He nodded, but I could see the dumbass wasn't going to listen. I just hope that the strigoi went left. Denis and I went our way. The alley was dark and eerie, like in the movies. Each step I took, I took with caution. I analyzed everything that I could see. I scouted for some sort of destruction, or blood. Nothing. That was both a good and bad sign. Where did he take her?

I was turning the corner, which is where Denis and I will meet up with Tamara and Lev. Then nauseated feeling hit me, and saw what was going down. Tamara and Lev got there before we did. The moroi was nowhere in sight, which I took that as a good sign; she high tailed it out of here. Tamara was going in after the strigoi, but the strigoi saw her coming and pushed her into the club's brick wall, knocking her unconscious. I was already in action before Lev could move. The strigoi saw me coming, and was ready for me, but he wasn't ready for my strength. I punched him in the jaw, distracting him while I pulled my sword out and whipped it at his throat. He made a sickening cry, but came at me in full force. I sidestepped his attack, and brought my palm down between his shoulder blades, breaking his spine. He fell on the ground, limp. It would take him a couple of minutes for his bones to heal up, but it will only take me a moment to end him.

And I did not hesitate. Swiftly, I lifted my sword up and with all my strength, I cut his head off. It rolled, more zigzagged a few feet before stopping at Tamara's unconscious body. I took off the strigoi's shirt and cleaned off the blood on my sword with it.

Cutting off that strigoi's head was a lot easier with a sharper sword, than with a dull sword. When I was finished cleaning my sword, Lev and Denis came up to me, waiting for more instructions.

"What do we do with the body?" Lev asked.

In my thigh pocket, I took out the vile that Sydney gave me. Before I left, I took out a vile from the pouch she gave me. I poured one drop on the body and one on the head. My gang watched as the body crumbled into a ball. It was gross, yet fascinating and very convenient.

"I guess that answers that question." Denis said.

I walked over to Tamara, put my index and middle finger on her wrist, directly under her thumb to check her pulse. I was relieved to know that her pulse was strong; she is alright. I picked her up.

"I took care of it. Lets just get back to the house. Tamara is out cold, and I don't want anyone to go out without at least three people."

"But Rose, we did it before."

"Again, you stuck together."

He was struck. "How did you-"

"Denis, you have lost fighters, I'm trying to limit that. We have lives to live, and ending them like this-like hunting them down like they are rabid animals- is not the way for us to die. If you want to die like that, by all means go out and fight. But know this: their blood will be on your hands. You are the one leading it, not me. I'm warning you now, don't make decisions you will regret." God, did I sound like Dimitri! I think those pep talks really got to me.

He didn't say anything, and I didn't stay to hear what he had to say. "You can come or you can continue hunting, your call." I said dangerously.

He knew that by staying he had a death wish. I prayed he made the right and safe choice by following me. If he and Lev went, then I would have no choice but to go back and patrol with their asses. Of course I would make them feel as guilty as hell, but I wouldn't leave them alone like that. It would be cruel, and I needed their protection, and they needed my protection too.

I just turned the corner when I heard hasting footsteps. I knew it wasn't a strigoi, I would have felt that.

"Rose!" Lev yelled. He quickly caught up. I didn't stop walking, just slowed down. When he reached me, I looked at him. His sandy blond hair was messed up from fighting with the strigoi. "I don't understand you, but you have a point."

I resisted my urge to raise an eyebrow at that. He is just a kid, Rose. He doesn't have nearly the insight or the experience you do. Let it go. And I did. That damn voice was right, but Lev will learn.

"Where is Denis? Don't tell me that he is back there alone." I warned.

Lev shook his head. "He is a few steps behind me. I see him coming right now." Soon enough, I saw Denis. He caught up to us and he looked disappointed.

I gave him a small, approving smile to him. "You made the right choice, Denis."

His jaw tightened, then relaxed. "I don't like it."

"Most of the better choices we make we won't like, but it will be for the better."

He sighed, knowing I was right. And I was right about one thing: these guys need me. They need a leader that will set a good example. They need to be taught that hard, but necessary choices will pay off in the long run. They don't know about self discipline, or just discipline in general. I need to teach them that.

God, I have my work cut out for me.

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