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It was already morning outside when Brook-ta-man's car pulled into the hive's underground garages. The vampire remembered the words of one of the elders about the bad news that Brook-ta-man brings in the morning. He chuckled, this morning was no exception. The first thing the vampire went up to was the blood-drinking room. Thirst had been tormenting him for a long time, but there was no time to think about it. He greedily drank several cups of life-giving liquid at once. A wave of euphoria swept through his body. Satisfied, he went up to his quarters to change his clothes. Bringing himself into proper form, Bruk-ta-man immediately went to meet with the elders, too many unresolved issues, too little time, too many deaths had been over the past night. The vampire entered the great hall of the elders, and, as usual, knelt down, humbly waiting for the word. An astonished murmur ran through the vault of the hall,

- Speak Brook-ta-man, tell us what happened there. - Surprisingly, the first