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Illya managed keeping the bullies at bay, when finally they realized his intelligence could be a boon to them.
He always won at cards, telling them the secret of counting, helping work out the odds in Svoi Kozyri, a game of foresight and imagination in which luck had no place.
Once chased, now he was cherished.
Lyov Prokourorov, seventeen and soon to be pressed into military service, if he did not disappear as a thug onto the streets, ruled over the children and members of the staff. He took a liking to the little blond.
Illya became his lucky charm.
He always won at cards, telling them the secret of counting, helping work out the odds in Svoi Kozyri, a game of foresight and imagination in which luck had no place.
Once chased, now he was cherished.
Lyov Prokourorov, seventeen and soon to be pressed into military service, if he did not disappear as a thug onto the streets, ruled over the children and members of the staff. He took a liking to the little blond.
Illya became his lucky charm.
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