Chapter 2: Damon Salvatore was sitting on the couch, one arm flung out lazily, the other one grasping an empty пиво bottle. He heard the ruffling of papers and turned his head.
"What are Ты doing, Stefan?" he frowned, looking at his little brother who was looking frantically for something. "No searching for a school essay, are you?"
"No, Damon. Not a school essay...What did Ты do with that vervain I had kept on the table?"
"Gave it to someone," Damon smirked. Stefan glared at him.
"Seriously Damon, where did Ты put it?"
"Oh, it's like I сказал(-а) I gave it to someone. This girl who I saved yesterday,...
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