"But I'll show you where they are made," and Elf Lily rise together with Paul to the fourth floor of the same building. Paul looks around, he sees - factory room with bare walls, dirty, a long table in the middle, piles of different pieces, wires, cotton, threads, jars with glue, painting materials. At the table, on the benches, there are girls, dressed in the urban dirty aprons; every girl has
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