BlackLuna

   That was serious. That was very serious. And it was not only about usual calm and kindly nature changed to that of badly hidden irritation - it was about the "second half" coming to this place. All right, talking with puzzles won't tell anything. To put it straight, Albert Pertwee, the assistant of the hugest bookstore around, was not himself. In normal state he was in love with his job - he was a natural born storyteller, and his memory kept lots of interesting details, so he could always give a nice consultation for anybody. But today he answered all questions with "yes" and "no", muttering them through clenched teeth, and refused to exp