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that his brother would berate him or would bring in his
parents to deal with his shame.
Trying not to look Cerberus in the eyes, Max made his way
to the living room, then took off his down coat and sat in
an armchair opposite to Gregor. His brother silently
measured him with his gaze, getting pleasure from the
impatience that gave Max’s fingers no peace. Under the
nose of the younger brother, there was thin, unseemly
stubble, which he didn’t shave, mistakenly taking it for
proof of his own virility.
“Well, where’s the device?” Maximilian couldn’t restrain
himself, and his brother just turned.
“You’re so fidgety… You’ll have the device, but promise
you’ll shave off that pubic hair under your nose. Do yourself
a real upgrade, otherwise I won’t take you into the gang.
With great pleasure Gregor noted that his younger brother
was terribly similar to him. An exact clone, just with a
larger reserve of unused time. Similarly, it was time to
change his nickname Bullshit to something more
respectable. Even more, the time had come to drag out his
little brother from under his grandmother’s care and teach
him certain nasty things.