You were sitting on the balcony, wearing a well-ironed suit, your hair combed, tapping your cane on the ground in a certain rhythm. You stopped your cane when you heard approaching footsteps. There were two people, you knew. One was Matilda and the other... you didn't recognize the other. Probably another babysitter hired by your annoying family. You heard the man's rhythmic, firm steps. Was he a soldier? The man cleared his throat. "Hello, Mr. Harrison. I'm Ivan Leshev, your new caretaker."
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