The brothers continue walking. Posik notices a red apple hanging high above the road, stops abruptly, and jumps energetically a few times but cannot reach it. Unchik watches him with a barely noticeable smile, then calmly pulls the branch down. Posik grabs the apple, proudly wipes it on his sleeve, and pretends that this was exactly his plan. Unchik raises an eyebrow slightly. They continue the...
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