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"I was so naive to think that by playing with death I could win.
So overconfident and foolish that I fell into traps more than once and lost everything.
I died, but rose like a Phoenix from the ashes.
Like a Phoenix from the ashes, I am reborn again…"
I was interrupted by a scream:
— Run for your lives! Tsunami!
Miron was already running towards me with Nikita in his arms.
— Dad, let me go. I need to stop the wave.
Miron looked at me questioningly, but still put his son on the sand.
— We won't be able to escape in time. Look. I hope Nick knows what to do," I said.
A huge wave was coming ashore. Nikita raised his hands toward it. When his hands tensed, the wave gently moved away from the shore. The ocean calmed down.
— There will be no more waves, — said the child contentedly.
— My sunshine! — I squatted down and hugged my son.
— Are we going to go to the park to the amusement park now?
— Let's go, son, — Miron affectionately ruffled his hair.
— Dad, will there be ice cream, too?
— There will be, a double portion.
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