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Pasha walks down the hallway, whistling, before finally stopping in front of a door with a sign above it, the words 'sick room' painted in white. Glancing over at you, he nods. "This room is for those who are sick. It is also where we keep our library. Sometimes people are in here for a long time, with nothing to do. So Mr. Jones decided to give them paper and let them write. I think this is silly, but he insisted. Usually they write about their pasts up until they came here, but sometimes they write about more recent events. There is nothing here yet, but I am sure it will fill up.� Pasha glances around the currently empty room, before shrugging. "Well, that is all that is here. Next is the boy's bunkroom - follow me," he says, motioning to you as he walks out the door. �Pasha!� Sveta rushes toward you both, holding an armful of clothes. �The attic dver, door, is unable to open, again. I must finish laundry but I cannot hang them to dry if I cannot reach the roof."
Pasha looks irritated, but nods. "I will go fix it. You, finish the tour.� |