A/N

Here is a new chapter that was not in the last translation. Then they will only get bigger, so it will only take more time to translate and even more so to adapt.


Eli, Eli…

Rivers of blood, piles of corpses…

Eli, Eli…

Eli will get your souls…

The Space Marine muttered an ominous tune to himself, continuing to ruin another shelf with supplies. He has already eaten two sticks of sausage, seventy-five chicken eggs, five bags of dried fruits, half a salt shaker and a whole lot of fruits of all varieties and colors, bread, as well as pie, rice, a box of marinade, some chocolates and two dozen potatoes. Not that it was a necessary supply for a hike, but if you start eating after almost a month of hunger strike, it becomes difficult to stop. The only thing that caused him apprehension was candy. Nothing in the universe is more helpless, irresponsible and vicious than a chocolate candy. Eli knew that sooner or later he would switch to this stuff.

"Mortal, what are you doing there?"

"And?" from plundering someone else's food, the Space Marine was distracted by his copy, slightly hovering over the wooden floor. "Um, I'm eating. Those crumbs were not enough for me. It is unlikely that they will notice the loss of a couple of kilograms of food. Why are you flying around here?"

"Unlike you, a bum, I was busy scouting," the phantom proudly lifted his respirator up. "In short, there is news — bad, good and so-so. What news should I start with?"

"Let's go in order," chaosith pointed his ears, drinking the contents of a jar of brine.

"The bad news is that the artiodactyl was twisted".

"Why is this bad news at all?"

"It's because she wants to fuck you, asshole".

"What?!" from such a revelation, cucumber stood across throat of the original.

"Oh, you don't have to stare like that, I'm not blind and I saw everything. In general, her parents are likely to treat you not very well, so pack your bags and we'll get out of here".

"What about the good one?"

Then the demon's face, or rather his mask, distorted into a grin.

"Look what I can do," he flew back a little for acceleration and rushed like a bullet to the chair standing at the table. When he flew through it, it swayed as if from a sharp gust of wind. "Well?"

"And what? You almost dropped the chair..." a realization suddenly came to Eli. "YOU ALMOST DROPPED THE CHAIR! Nurglings to my mouth, you're real!"

"Don't yell like that, or they might lock you in the same room with that wench. By the way, I can also do this," Eli-from-the-Warp put a ghostly hand on a fork lying on the table. When he removed the limb, the cutlery was no longer there. "Ta-da!" the ghost spread his hands theatrically "It disappeared! No, here it is, I have it," a fork flew out of his other hand, which he tried to twist spectacularly between his fingers, but it stuck as if in jelly, and fell to the floor through the ethereal armor and flesh.

"It's not bad!" — "yeah, for a worm from a parallel universe," Eli added already mentally.

"You know I'm hearing this, right?"

"Oh, I'll get used to it. Well, what about the "so-so" news?"

In response, the unborn literally spat out some thin book right in the face of his interlocutor.

"Hey, be careful," Eli winced slightly more from the fact that he was distracted from chewing food. "What is it?"

"And Frag knows it," the demon shrugged indifferently. "I can't read, I thought you could. As I was able to understand, there may be some information about this forgotten planet".

"Hmm, let's at least take a look".

The Astartes picked up a brown notebook from the floor and examined it. On the cover was a curious picture depicting a group of various female mutants. Both half-naked and completely naked, they shamelessly showed off their bodies, stroking or flaunting the seductive curves of their hips or bare breasts, which seemed to be stained with some kind of white slime, in invitational poses. The faces of the mutant girls from the picture and their gazes directed at the reader expressed absolute satisfaction and pleasure. Eli was distracted from contemplating this kind of art only by the coughing of his ghostly friend. On the other side of the cover was a similar illustration, with the same characters in the same poses, but without nudity and slime. There was also a golden inscription in the xenos language. "Monster Girls Encyclopedia". In the likenesses of the brackets at the bottom, the postscript "draft no. laziness-to mark-what" is modestly located.

"The original name, however," Eli was already turning the first page, when he suddenly stopped and returned to contemplating the cover.

"Em? What's the matter, Eli? You're thinking about it again, aren't you?" A puzzled doppelganger appeared over the shoulder of the original. "I don't know what you see in them at all. It's just meat, meat for the fuc-…"

"These symbols!" chaosith excitedly interrupted the ghost, "I... I don't know them".

"And what?"

"So "what"? Is nothing bothering you?" The unborn pondered before it was his turn to finally realize and be amazed.

"But you understand them! How?!"

"I remembered something else. Those mutants and the man, they said… In them own language. But I understood them anyway. And apparently they too. Frag, I just realized it now," the former khornith rubbed his forehead and temple with his hand, trying to ward off the growing pain. And then he was met by another surprise. Throwing the book on the floor, he grabbed his head with both hands and began probing every inch of his head, trying to find them ... the scars that were already so familiar and the eternal curse of his fallen legion. But, apart from the unusual feeling of something at the same time alien and his own, but he did not find it.

"M-my nails… They're... they're gone!"

"Those things that constantly cause unbearable pain? How could you not have noticed their loss at all?!"

"As soon as I found myself here, they didn't give me five minutes of rest, so much so that it's not noticeable that it doesn't hurt. And anyway, the bastard Khorne grabbed me and threw me the devil knows where! I wasn't up to it!" Eli was beginning to gradually move from amazement and confusion to signs of anger— heavy and thirsty for blood ... but then he suddenly noticed a mirror over a clean sink.

Swallowing, he stood in front of the reflection of his face. The Astartes finally allowed himself a deep sigh of surprise. His face was no longer the same. Eli's former face resembled a crimson, almost scarlet mask, covered with scars, disfigured and fried by the spirit of eternal war. But the skin of the face in the reflection in the mirror did not differ in color from that of any ordinary healthy man. On this face in the reflection, all the ugly signs of his past exploits were delayed and disappeared. The only exception was a small cruciform scar under the left eye. Actually, the eyes, once eternally bloodshot and devoid of protein, were now as clear as the sky on a summer day. All the darkness had accumulated in a dark gray, almost black iris, and only if you looked closely, you could see a barely noticeable reddish tint there. But the most terrible thing was not the broken "soul mirrors", but what was above. His once bald and disfigured skull was now covered with a light, dark stubble. The face that terrified enemies on countless, distant worlds has now disappeared.

"What... what's happening to me?!" Eli was stunned and shattered.

"Hmm, I have a vague idea that it has something to do with the Immaterium here. I see your soul, and I don't like it at all".

"Soul? Do I still have it?" Eli was even a little overjoyed, albeit with a share of completely understandable distrust of the words of the interlocutor. And in general, I didn't know how to take this news.

"Well, sort of. You see... how can I explain this to a mortal? In short, the souls of other Khornites, or whatever they have there, that I have seen, were like ... well, piles of burning coals and ashes, bursting with heat or volcanic magma. Is the analogy clearer this way? And yours ... well, it also looks like smoldering coals, but without ashes and not so cracked, and ше no longer emit so much smoke and the heat of bloodlust, as a kind of purple vaporous aura, the nature of which is unknown to me. Is it getting there?"

"Not really, but... do you mean that I have it... healing, or something?"

"And Frag will sort it out. The main thing is that then the fire does not happen, and then you never know what kind of local chthon we will manage to awaken".

"Damn it, we need to get out of this crazy world as soon as possible!" the astartes decisively hit the mirror and put the helmet on his head, taking a recently "borrowed" book. "It's better to fight with that red bastard than to conduct such experiments on your own soul. Oh, frag… Perhaps that's why I had such strange thoughts in my head… So, pull yourself together! Let's get out of here now!"

"Yeah, you're just in time," said the unborn, causing confusion in the chaosith, who had already grabbed the door handle. "That woman is already coming down here. And her intentions are so-so".

Immediately after these words, the door to the reception room opened and a horse woman came out. If her face had been frowning before, then when she saw the carelessly scattered cans and leftovers after Eli's meal, his anger slowly distorted.

"Maybe I should have mentioned it earlier..." the phantom interjected awkwardly.

"Hey, are you going far? And who will pay?!"

"I'll pay you back by not ripping your head off." As a bonus for good service to your offspring..." the space Marine waved off and opened the exit. But he immediately ran into another four-legged mutant with red hair, stunned by his armor.

"And that someone is standing behind the door..." Eli-from-the-Warp fell silent, tactfully disappearing from reality.

"Amy!" the hostess of the hotel shouted loudly, bringing her friend out of her stupor. "This horned one is going to leave without paying! Catch him!"

Unfortunately for them, the astartes was already used to jumping away at the right moment, and he easily dodged the awkward hands of the new subhuman. Caught between two lights, Eli noticed a slightly ajar window, which he could reach in one jerk.

"I won't let take me alive, you slaaneshith bitches! Chaosit finally barked, throwing out the glass and shutters with his body in a jump. "ROLL OVER!" he effectively rolled through a flower bed, then rushed along the road to the center of the village.

"My flowers!" the centaur screamed, seeing that the painstaking work of several years was so godlessly destroyed by the landed carcass of a guest. "I'm not forgive you to do that, barbarian! Hurry after him!"


"It seems he is already near" the little ratatoska jumped from the branch to the ground, beckoning her companion. "Yes, right here, in this village of settled centaurs".

"Yeah, I can already smell him.… He's afraid of me, hehehe," the wolfwoman smugly licked her lips, but then her face became sullen.

"What's the matter?"

"Yes, how should I say… I don't like these noisy settlements. And they have too many foreign smells".

"Ha, well, you can go back to your cave. I thought you were a real hunter".

"Hey!" the she-wolf cried out resentfully. "This is a disgusting stereotype, you furry racist! We werewolves, so you know, have a rich culture of wooden architecture, we have the most beautiful houses that do not violate harmony with nature. It's just that we don't like to show them... and in cold caves we only keep food and all sorts of things for exchange".

"I know, I know, I'm just teasing you. So, are you coming or not?"

Having overcome herself, Sveta nodded her head with a guttural howl, and a strange couple of little-known mamono went to the village. In principle, it was just another village that flourished thanks to trade with the nearest city. Often, wealthy citizens tired of the hustle and bustle came here to rent a hotel room, or even a whole house. There were many such vacant houses here, thanks to the actions of one caring group of mamono.

Agontius Roldan, the local tsar, sought to strengthen his power as soon as possible by creating a family and giving birth to an heir. Alas, he did not like any of the proposed women, neither a plump, pampered aristocrat, nor a strong, sturdy and portly peasant woman who miraculously got into the junior ranks, and did not fit the role of an ideal wife. Roldan was so obsessed with this idea that he abandoned all his affairs and entrusted them to the council of clans, the noble assembly of large landowners and city lords. They, almost without fear of falling into disgrace, began to raise levies from commoners, and rivalry between individual families threatened with a real civil strife. Meanwhile, Agontius sat listlessly in his chambers, dreaming of a woman. And it was as if the gods had heard his pleas by sending him an angel.

A young lady from the nobility of the cloak, Katerina Zhulskaya. Her family had recently moved closer to the capital for economic reasons and, according to all customs, had to appear before the monarch and swear allegiance to him. Although it was a mere formality for him, Agontius still had to perform at least a ceremonial role. But as soon as he saw Katerina's expressive, lively eyes, something clicked in him. He offered the new subjects to stay longer in his palace, to which they agreed. He was making small talk with everyone for decency, but most of all he paid attention to the girl, which did not go unnoticed by the others. As it turned out, she was very well-read, capable of conducting a dialogue on almost any topic, and she conducted it with such ease and allowed herself such statements that sometimes with her secular wit she walked dangerously close to the edge of what was permissible, however, without crossing it. What can we say about the appearance of this lovely lady: she looked like a very expensive doll, and studied such an aura of innocence that anyone, even the rudest man from a low class, awakened the instinct of a real knight-defender.

"Just such a woman should be next to me," such thoughts were floating in the head of the sovereign. And unexpectedly for everyone, Agontius chose her as his adviser, despite her relatively modest background. Next to this woman, a man who, after a decade and a half, could already be called an old man, seemed to have become younger. This, of course, jeopardized the plans of some nobles, and the planned attempt on the new favorite was only a matter of time. Fortunately, the insidious plan failed miserably. None of the conspirators suspected that a fragile, noble girl would be able to defeat a trained assassin sent by her, who has already had more than a dozen successful murders on his account. Diplomacy was also no stranger to her, thanks to which the mercenary, who did not have time to commit suicide after the capture, spoke up and gave out customers after he was slightly hinted at what happens to those who plot against the sovereign and his entourage. Roldan was already preparing a scaffold for the impudents who dared to weave intrigues under his nose, but his faithful adviser convinced him to limit himself to the selection of all noble privileges and imprisonment. Such a thing has become a real nonsense — that a person of blue blood should be deprived of the right to rule over the dirty rabble at birth? Unbelievable! But that was just the beginning.

The noblewoman of the cloak showed her teeth, revealing a number of other conspiracies, including even an attempt to poison her lover and swear allegiance to the king of a hostile state. Having neutralized her opponents, she was able to convince Agontius that these were only temporary measures and it was necessary to deal once and for all with the threat posed by aristocrats who were ready to turn the whole earth into ashes, just to rule on it personally. A number of reforms were carried out, among which the restrictions of noble privileges gradually passed, the hereditary title became more and more a formality with less and less political power. Serfdom was gradually relaxed, and then completely abolished, and the powers of local self-government bodies were increased. Although this caused considerable resistance and even individual pockets of disobedience broke out, the people did not support them, remaining generally satisfied with the unexpectedly granted freedom. As a result of all these transformations, the state entered the era of the economic recovery that followed the rapid reforms, attracting more and more new immigrants, both monsters and people.

The tsar was very pleased with his assistant and one day he just went to her private chambers in order to offer her his hand and heart — they are taking too long with the wedding. But as soon as he entered without warning, a strange and even shocking picture appeared to his eyes. Katarina, his favorite, wise adviser and beloved woman, now appeared before him with squirrel ears sticking out of a lush hairstyle and a huge, fluffy tail behind her back. At first she did not notice him, standing with her back to the door and talking with the help of a crystal ball of communication with her interlocutor — a strange white-haired demoness. Turning around at the creaking of the door and the sound of footsteps, the now unmasked ratatoska was so frightened that she let go of the fragile communication device, which broke into many pieces. The room, chambers and corridors were already so saturated with the smell of her lover's mana that he became familiar to her, lulling her vigilance and playing a cruel joke. And the ruler now stood before her, menacing and waiting for an explanation.

"I... I'm not who I say I am. I'm not from a family of young aristocrats who came here in search of a better life. I am an intriguer, a radical spy, sent to another human kingdom in order to rectify the "dangerous crisis situation" in which it found itself. Yes, that's what it sounded like in that report, haha," mamono chuckled softly, nervously and somehow sadly. "I am very sorry that you found out about it this way, Your Majesty... no, my dear man. I... yes, it may be treason in your eyes. Perhaps this is the case… Well, I am ready to take the ultimate punishment for such a grave crime as betraying the heart of a loved one, if it is your will. My life is in your hands. But I ask you only one thing — do not destroy what we have worked so hard to create together. You can't imagine how rarely even we can achieve peace without war. I'm sorry... I..." the mamono-squirrel, usually restrained in the image of a cunning favorite, tried to hold on with doomed dignity and now her voice was clearly trembling and confulized that nothing was shining for her and she could not keep up with her elders. Instead of noisy fights and arguments, she preferred to sit by the window at a late hour and .

Agontius looked at her for a long time with a mixture of very different feelings, but in the end, after weighing all the pros and cons, pardoned the negligent spy. Her activities have benefited him, his subjects and his country. However, he could no longer trust her with all important matters to the same extent. Katarina was removed from the post of the first adviser to the sovereign, but in return she received much more — she became his wife and queen, for which, in gratitude, she turned into a very obedient and humble maiden. The unexpected transformations that occurred with the sovereign's betrothed were officially explained by "the last desperate attempt at poisoning by a group of conspirators from among the hidden enemies of the crown." The official version, according to which the effect of the circulating potion and mammonization were only the result of a combination of the effect of poison and the side effect of saving the life of the beloved sovereign. Since then, a lot of time has passed, and three little squirrels were born. The two older twins began a dispute about who would take the throne as soon as an extremely dangerous weapon — a rattle — fell into their hands. The third sister, as if she rea

"What if those little sparks in the sky are just too far away from us? Perhaps they are as bright as our Sun? Maybe they are warming the same earth as ours, and there sits a girl like me, and thinks about the stars the same way? What lies behind the darkness of the distant future? Condescending cosmo-elves? Friendly gardening insects? Zen-conscious orcs? Fantastic..."

Although she has come to terms with the fact that she is unlikely to ever meet with the same curious otherworlder, the third daughter has not lost interest in the outside world. Alas, caring parents did not want to let her go outside the safe palace walls, away from the prim rituals of high society. These stupid restrictions, in the princess's opinion, were only an unpleasant burden. And when she turned eighteen (or rather, it was supposed to come, in just a couple of short months), she decided to take a brave step. Having collected all the essentials and remembering her unsuccessful attempts to escape through the garden, the young ratatoska wrote a farewell letter to her family, in which she promised to take care of herself and find her way in life, and then secretly left the castle.

Her daring wanderings lasted for a very long time. Three whole long weeks, counting today. On her way, she met many dangers that she will not tell anyone about. That's how scary they are, not because they didn't exist. But many extraordinary personalities also met on her way. Mamono met with one of them late last night, in the oak forest.

It was an unusual knight in armor, apparently made by demons. He somehow managed to climb to the top of the tree, even if he almost destroyed it in the process. Another important feature was that the knight practically did not allocate mana, which interested mamono very much. She jumped onto the branch after him, but immediately there was a crack under her feet, although the damned wood had no problems holding the weight of a huge man in full armor.

"Eh... I shouldn't have leaned so much on chocolate eclairs with powdered sugar," she managed to think, performing movements once trained and honed by her mother personally, in order to land down without any problems. But after landing straight on an unknown giant, she was finally able to smell his mana better and learn more about him. The man was extremely resourceful, even cunning in places. But at the same time he was confused, in the depths of his callous soul there was ... resentment, and even deeper, hidden behind a thousand layers of rudeness (and also, what the squirrel girl could not understand because of the alienness)...fear. Such a picture could not but cause pity in a kind-hearted girl and she wanted to comfort him.

She even allowed him to touch her tail — what a bold liberty at the first acquaintance — but his persistence and desire not to leave her frightened the lady, and she was forced to postpone it. First they need a bouquet, then an acquaintance with parents, and after that a deep philosophical heart-to-heart conversation. And as a result of very strange circumstances, the chosen one left her for "vague reasons", without even saying where he was going. Rude. But the squirrel did not despair and was not going to give up.

And now she, together with her unexpected partner, an unkempt and uncouth savage werewolf, must find the missing love in order to fulfill her destiny. But will they succeed? And what obstacles will they encounter on their way?


"End of... the first... chapter… Point!" Ira forcefully poked into the thick paper of the hiking notebook with a special pen, which could be written right on the go thanks to the built-in inkwell, which did not allow blots.

"Eh? You said something, didn't you?" pulled the ear of Light. This greatly frightened ratatoska, who immediately hid things behind her back.

"Uh, no, I'm not writing anything?!"

"... what? Are you hiding something from me? Come on, melkaya, let me take a look" it was stupid to hope that the wolf would not hear the whisper next to him. Therefore, the squirrel desperately began to look for something to which the attention of a nervous companion could be transferred. And fortunately, such an opportunity has appeared.

"Oh, look, what is it there?"

Both mamono noticed a large crowd of onlookers gathered. Miraculously, they squeezed through a crowd of tall centaurs and their husbands and saw one of them hanging over a wide well.

"Fool, get out of there!" she wailed in a dissatisfied tone into the darkness of the well. Both the wolfman and ratatoskr instinctively approached, because a familiar energy emanated from the depths of the well. And when the familiar impolite tone rang out, their theory was confirmed.

"And then what will you do to me? Your fat carcass won't fit in here! "

In response, the indignant woman reached out to her back and pulled out a faithful quiver of arrows from under her hair. Taking out one with a silver tip, she pointed it vertically downwards and opened her hand. A short but furious curse came from the well.

"I'm still without a bow, boy," the centaur replied with malice. But if she had not been endowed with a natural premonition of danger, she would not have had time to recoil to the side in the next second, but her face would have had time to meet a stone launched at astronomical speed.

"I'm still without a sling, mutant," the answer from the well sounded with no less malice, distorted by the echo from the depths and walls.

The altercation between these two would have continued for a long time, until at one point Sveta intervened.

"Hey, hello," the wolf awkwardly came closer. Although the whispering of the crowd did not hit the ears so much now, but unfortunately, she attracted the attention of the others.

"Excuse me, but who are you? You don't often see werewolves here".

"Well, actually, we prefer whan others, non-wolffur, called us volkodlakami or at least obortnyami".

"Be healthy".

"Um, thanks… In general, we... came here for a reason..." for a moment, the wolf girl faltered, which gave the innkeeper time to ask a question.

"We?"

"Well, eh… I'm here with someone else..." "someone", either outraged by ignoring her person, or deciding to stop the communicative "torture" of her friend, finally leaned forward.

"Good evening, madam!" ratatoskr nodded her head in greeting, but judging by the clumsy movement, she initially wanted to bow. "My name is Gen," her face didn't move a muscle. She did everything exactly as her mother taught her. "My friend and I are looking for a man. He has a red armor with a weird helmet and he can sometimes be very arrogant. Have you seen him?"

"Red? Yes, he's right here in the well, the scumbag," the former hunter replied.

"That's what a bad luck after all," — with a bit of theatricality, but quite realistically sighed squirrel. "Do you have any rope? My dimensions quite allow me to get in there and tie it properly".

"Hm, it's a good idea!" and some time later, a sufficiently long and strong rope was found. Ira, having tied herself properly, did a somersault forward and jumped into the darkness. A couple of minutes later, she signaled by pulling her cable. When she was pulled out, Mamono looked somewhat confused and surprised.

"What's the matter? Didn't you have enough rope?" the centaur asked.

"No, in principle it was enough. However, this is because I didn't tie anyone to her. Eh..." after a short pause, she continued "You won't believe it, but he somehow managed to make a long tunnel there. I don't even know how he managed to do it…"

"So he won't pay me for the expenses? Oh, just great! What can make this day even better?!"

It was as if the Chief Herself heard this and decided to "improve" the day for the subjects of the Demon Lord. A young red-haired centaur jumped out of the crowd to the audience.

"Amy? I told you to bring Jerry here. Where is he?"

"Oh, Jerry?" the newcomer asked absently, and then remembered what to say. "Well... in short, when I came to you, I didn't find anyone. And when I passed by Lisa's room, I heard her raging there" the girl's face turned a little red. "Of course, I didn't want to interfere — it's spring after all, I understand everything. But then I decided to check on her... and Jerry was there! He is tied to a chair, and in his mouf he has an apple, like a gag, can you imagine?

"Not "mouf", but "mouth"!" Ratatosk, who was rightfully proud of her excellent home education and excellent literacy, could not stand it. "Hillbillies..." she added already mentally, not wanting to enter into a conflict.

"In short, I found this there," the redhead handed a small note to her sister. The note read as follows:

"Dear Mother,

When you read this letter, I will be far away from here, where I am needed more. When I met him, I was scared at first, but when I touched him, I understood. It's fate, Mom. I saw through him, and I know that he needs me, because only I can take care of him. I've always wanted to be like you — wild and rebellious, but at the same time caring and affectionate. I'm just following someone I've always been inspired by. I love you very much. I promise to come back as soon as we have a "surprise" for you. (okay, I'll tell you anyway. It will be your granddaughter) Smack-smack. 3

P.S. I'm sorry, Dad, I'll try to make a grandson especially for you. Also smack-smack 3".

The woman's hands trembled and she tore the innocent piece of paper into pieces with unexpected fury.

"I will find her and spank her on the soft spot so that even the Lord will not save her…" She remembered something important. "Where's Jerry?"

"Jerry?" Amy repeated, and all the distraction disappeared when she suddenly realized that she had forgotten to release him. "Oh…"

Growling so that even the wolf cautiously stepped back, the irritated older centaur loudly put her hand on her face, deciding what to do earlier: strangle her goofy sister or run and save her equally goofy daughter from a terrible mistake


Analysis of data from an launched into the universe WH-00004-k…

Similarity to the AA-00001-a universe is 100%.

Activate the personal module to transfer administrator rights…

Cancellation of the operation.

Reason: The alien entity and the alien beta entity were not fully assimilated and were not finally integrated into the "Grand Plan".

Study the secondary alien entity for polution. Continue to increase the number of satellites to accelerate the assimilation process.

Continue monitoring…


A/N

Yeah, well, I wrote before... Okay, as an excuse, I'll say that I used to be a liberal monarchi-... Oh, I mean, the story is being told on behalf of Ira, and as you understand, she is an "unreliable narrator".

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