Date: Wed, 31 May 2023 12:22:20 +0100 (BST) From: blackscar01 Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 144c IMPORTANT NOTE TO ALL READERS This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, organisations, and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, locales, organisations, or events is entirely coincidental. The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except by the websites to which it has been posted, without the consent of the author. ******* If you enjoy my story or any others on the Nifty site, please show your appreciation and donate what you can afford. ******* Finally, thank you again to my editor, Jim. ******* I re-entered the stable stall. Will stood as I entered, tears rolling down his cheeks. Jeremy was still curled up in the hay on the floor. Will cleared his throat. "Can you tell Forts and Davy I am sorry? They will have my resignation later today." Before I could say anything, George, his bottom lip trembling, added, "And mine." I walked over to them both and tried to sound reassuring, "I can tell you all that once Forts and Davy hear what actually happened, they won't accept any of your resignations. Now, get yourselves over to your rest room and all of you have a strong cup of tea. I will find Forts and Davy and speak to them. I am sure they will want to speak to you all later. But don't worry, they will just want to hear what actually happened." ********************** Operation Pied Piper – Part 144c – Part 144c minor characters making an appearance: Captain James Brandt – (James/Brandt/Captain Brandt) Officer in the 4th Battalion of the Black Watch.5'10 'The Viscount Tilney'. Robin Little – (Robin) 16yrs boy was at the children's home. Now Groom for Forts and Davy. Jeremy Miles (Jeremy) – Was Pilot Officer 23yrs – Now groom for Davy and Forts. Robert Meisner – (Robert) Dima's partner 27yrs old Cambridge graduate, specialising in Russian language and culture. George Murray – (George) 14yrs Groom. Will's younger brother. Will Murray – (Will) 16yrs Forts and Davy's Head Groom. ** Denis fills in some more of the story It was a beautiful morning and what made it even better was that Marcus and I had a day off. It's funny, I had initially resented Albert coming to work for Forts and Davy, but now welcomed him as it allowed Marcus and me to have our days off together. So, with Albert covering for us and looking after anything Davy and Forts might need, we decided midmorning to go for a picnic. Forts had said we could borrow the Jeep, so we were both looking forward to some fun together in the great outdoors. While Marcus brought the Jeep round, I headed into the kitchens. I had already spoken to the chef, and he was going to be putting together something for us to take. Strangely, the kitchen was deserted considering the time, although a few pans were bubbling on the large range. I called out his name a couple of times, but was met by silence. I headed down to the wine cellar. Good old Forts had said I could take a bottle with us to have with our lunch. I stopped. The wine cellar door was open slightly. Along with the plate room and silver strong rooms, the wine cellar was always supposed to be locked. Only the chef and I held the keys. I could hear noises inside. I slipped into the cellar through the slightly open door. The lights were on. I made my way past the end of the wine racks. The room was quite large. It was set out with several aisles of wine racks, each rack accessible by a narrow corridor near the door which ran the width of the room. The sounds became louder. I was about to call out, but stopped myself as I heard groaning. Hang on, someone was having sex down here. Silently, I moved along the racks, glancing down each aisle. In aisle four, halfway down, I saw the back of 'Chef'. His trousers were round his ankles, his pale hairy arse ploughing his cock into another guy who was kneeling on a wooden chair, facing away from him, his hands gripping the back of the chair. They were both facing away from me and obviously still didn't know I was there. "You fucking love it, don't you!" The other guy grunted and nodded his head. "Do it harder." Chef chuckled and seemed to increase his pace. The other guy groaned, "Yes, like that." He glanced over his shoulder, I just managed to get back behind the end of the rack. Shit, it was Count Sergey Uvarov. Now what should I do? I should go and get someone, maybe Dima or Forts. While I pondered, the subtle rhythmic slapping of Chef's groin against Sergey's arse resumed with vigour and Sergey's moans started to get me hard. My hand dropped to my dick. No, I mustn't. I continued watching, a moth drawn to a light. I was so horny, Marcus had been holding out on me recently. Well, ever since our holiday, actually, when he had caught me getting a blowjob in that cottage. Today I was hoping to put that completely behind us and maybe have some fun... "Fuck yes, harder!" Within seconds, my dick was uncomfortably hard in my trousers. Subconsciously, I found myself squeezing the hardening tube. It was no good. I undid my trousers fly and dug into my pants, freeing my cock out into the open. I slid back the wet foreskin, my precum warm and glistening. I stroked it a few times, enjoying the waves of pleasure as the skin rolled over the ridge of my glans. More precum bubbled out as my cock throbbed, flooding my groin with pleasure. I began to stroke my left nipple. Fuck, why was I finding this so horny? I slipped my fingers between the buttons of my shirt, pushing through the hairs on my chest to my now erect nipple. I rolled it between my fingers, feeling my cock bob in response. It was no good, with my cock bobbing almost obscenely in front of me, I undid my belt and then the button at the waist of my trousers. They fell open, dropping to just below my arse's cheeks. My hand eased under the waistband of my underwear and slipped inside, my fingers toying with my treasure trail as they worked downward to my cock root. I pushed my underwear forward, freeing my cock from the grip of the material fly. I shoved them downwards, forcing both my pants and trousers to just above my knees. I stifled a groan, as freed, my cock slapped upwards against my stomach. My hand quickly slipped down and gripped it, stroking it slowly. My other hand cupped under my balls, rolling them gently in their sac as I watched Chef increase the frequency and strength of his thrusts in to the groaning Sergey. "Rather than just watching, why don't you join in?" I had been lost beating my own cock and had missed Chef turning round. He grinned at me and stood to the side slightly, his cock continuing to plough the willing Count Uvarov. I froze, a deer in headlights. Sergey glanced back, goon like, he nodded, his eyes focused on my swollen cock. "Let me suck it while he fucks me." He groaned. I thought of Marcus. I mustn't. Fuck, but a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush. I waddled forward, stroking my cock, my trousers and underwear working their way down to my ankles. Chef grinned at me and then at my glistening cock. "Looks like you were enjoying the show." He chuckled as I moved my way in front of Sergey. The smell of sex was overwhelming. Sergey looked dreamily up into my eyes. His tongue licked over his lips. He let go of the back of the chair and leant forward, his hands gripping my shaft. Slowly, his warm tongue licked up and across my cockhead. The tip danced over my cocklips, toying with the precum which it smeared over the entire glans. Seconds later, it returned and kissed them, then pushed down between them, causing me to gasp. I thrust my groin forward, my hand now behind my head, as I enjoyed the feelings of his tongue on my cock. Chef grinned and began fucking him harder. Sergey lunged forward, losing his balance, my cock hitting the back of his throat. He gagged, arms flailing to regain his balance. Chef just laughed and continued fucking him hard. Sergey's nose was now buried in my pubes, snot and saliva dribbling from his lips over my shaft and balls. "Throat fuck him!" Hissed Chef. My hands dropped to the back of Sergey's head. I wrapped them into his short hair, gripping him tightly. I peered down into his pleading eyes. "Do you want this?" He nodded, slobbering over my cock with the words, "Yes, please." "Fuck, he is insatiable." Chef tightened his grip on Sergey's hips and ploughed him mercilessly. "Go on! Fuck his face." Chef urged. What came over me? I have no idea other than pure animal lust. I began to roughly fuck Sergey's mouth. Fuck, this whore was bobbing up and down on my cock, while simultaneously thrusting his arse backwards to meet Chef's thrusts. I threw my head back, enjoying the suction of his throat. My balls tightened. I pushed his head lower and bent my knees, using the extra leverage to really thrust my cock home. "Shit, yes!" Chef grunted. "Fuck I am coming!" Chef's legs went rigid, and he thrust hard forward, the force again slamming Sergey down harshly on my shaft. That was it, my cock exploded into his mouth. Jet after jet of my pent-up cream splattered against the back of his throat. Chef's body was shuddering, his buttocks dimpling with each jet of his cum leaving his balls. He was obviously enjoying the same sensations I was as his balls emptied hard. As I felt the afterglow, I saw Sergey grip his hard cock. He wanked it hard for only a few seconds, then shot his load onto the stone flags of the floor. He lifted off my cock and grinned, "Fuck, thank you... Both." Chef and I grinned and laughed, both of us now wiping our spent dicks on Sergey. Mine on his face, Chef's over his arse cheeks. I had just begun pulling up my pants and trousers, Sergey was wiping his pants over his arse and Chef was doing up his belt, when a voice as clear as a bell, though strangely calm brought me crashing back to the present. "Denis, I will leave your stuff for you to get out of my room. Don't even try talking to me again." I stumbled forward, "Marcus, please... It's not how it looks." ** Davy takes up the story just after the meeting with Athol Darius opened the door of the Rolls and the three of us, Robin, Forts and I, got in. He closed the door as we all got comfortable. Then there was a low hum as a small motor operated, its action activated from a switch by the driver's position. Then that awful clunk as the rear door deadlocked engaged. I had hated the very idea, but had finally been persuaded to agree to it as an additional security measure after Gethin had intervened at Darius' request. The individual door locks could now only be opened from the outside, ostensibly by one of our guards, or by disengaging the locking mechanism from the driver's position, which opened them both. Robin looked round, he stared at the door. "What was that?" Forts smiled. "Just Duke locking the rear doors." Robin glanced at me. "We are locked in? I didn't hear it earlier." I nodded, forcing myself to smile, "Yes, we have to keep you safe. You and William were chatting earlier." Robin nodded, seemingly satisfied with my explanation. He glanced forward. Ah, that explained his lack of inquisitiveness about the doors. His eyes were again totally on Duke, who, from the moment we picked the boys up, seemed to be going out of his way to ignore him. Forts noticed Robin's wistful look. He himself glanced at me, he looked frustrated, and with Robin now looking out of the window, Forts mouthed, "Would it hurt him just to say hello?" I knew immediately who he was talking about. Then his eyes lit up as an idea came to him. "Robin, how about you tell the driver to take us to the stables at Pittodrie?" "Can I? "Sure, just flick this switch and say, Duke, it's me, Robin. His Imperial Highness would like you to drive to the stables at Pittodrie, please." With a devious wink, Forts smiled at me. Robin flicked the intercom switch, the small light came on. He glanced at Forts again, seemingly for reassurance. Forts nodded, mouthing, "Go on." "Duke, it's me, Robin. His Imperial Highness would like you to drive us to the stables at Pittodrie, please." I watched through the privacy glass as Duke listened. He seemed to pause, then his face tensed. "Certainly... Robin." "Thank you... Oh and hello." Robin grinned at us and flicked off the intercom, and the light went out. Forts was smiling. "Well done, that was just great!" Robin was still grinning like a Cheshire cat, finally, Duke had acknowledged him. * Just over twenty minutes later, we pulled onto the carriage drive at Pittodrie. Forts gripped Robin's knee, "Welcome to your new home, Robin." Robin nodded excitedly, looking out of the window. As the house came into view, he grinned uncontrollably, "Is that your flag?" Forts nodded, "Well, Davy and mine, yes." Duke drove the car past the entrance and down to the stables. He pulled to a stop in the middle of the stable yard. Darius leapt out and came to the door nearest Forts. Forts was glancing round, "Is that Chris?" I nodded, "Yes, it looks like him. I wonder what is going on? He doesn't look very happy!" He was right. Chris was sitting with his head in his hands and barely looked up at the car. There was another clunk as Darius unlocked the door. Before I could move, Forts was already halfway through the now open vehicle door. "No, he doesn't. Robin, can you wait here for a moment please, while I find out what is going on? Davy, you had better wait with him." "Certainly." I don't think Forts actually heard me. He was already off at the trot, with Darius hurrying along behind him. I watched from the car. Duke leapt out of the vehicle and came and stood by the still open door, blocking it with his body. Robin suddenly looked concerned, "Is everything okay?" God, I hoped so. I nodded, trying to seem unperturbed about the whole thing. "Yes, Duke is just here to make sure... Err, everything is okay." Chris stood as Forts approached. Chris was shaking his head, he looked awful. He was saying something I couldn't hear, and pointing towards an open horse stall. Forts turned and looked back at me, his expression steely, we made the briefest of eye contact. His smile gone, he shook his head and marched towards the open stall. "Robin, wait here. Duke let me out." I moved towards the door. "No, that's not a good idea, Davy, until we see what is going on." "Duke! let me out." "Wait!" The vehicle door closed. I tried to open it, but Duke held it shut. I banged on it. "Duke. Fucking let me out!" He still didn't move. "Duke, if anything happens to Forts..." I swivelled, about to reach for the other door, but remembered it was still locked. Darius had manually unlocked Forts' door. Shit, I hovered in front of the closed door. I banged on it again. "Open the bloody door!" Duke turned to me calmly. "I am here to protect you too, Davy. Now please, wait!" The infuriating thing was, he was right. Robin began to look frightened. He grabbed my arm. "What's happening, why won't he let you out?" It suddenly dawned on me that my actions were starting to frighten Robin. I turned to him and smiled, "Everything is okay. Forts will be back in a moment, I am sure." I sat back down on the seat. Robin gave a little nervous nod, his eyes focused on the window. My eyes joined his, peering out of the window as I forced myself to smile. Forts was met at the stall door by James. It appeared they were having an animated conversation, Forts peering over James' shoulder into the stall. I watched as Chris slowly got up and walked over to them, still shaking his head. James moved to him and put his arm round him. Forts seemed a tiny bit calmer now, he embraced Chris. What the fuck was going on? I wound open the window a couple of inches, all that was allowed in the rear of the car and strained to hear. Alas, I could hear nothing. Thankfully, at that moment, Forts turned back to the car and waved for me to come over. "Duke, please, can you now let me out, please?" I tried to sound calm, my bum already poised on the edge of my seat. Duke hesitated and only opened the door when Darius waved to him. Well, at least he was following Darius' instructions, I couldn't really say anything. I smiled at Robin. "I won't be a minute, wait here with Duke." I got out of the vehicle. "Duke, wait here with Robin and the car, please." Duke's top lip curled just a bit and then he smiled, "Certainly... Your Grace." As it was, before I was halfway to the stall, Forts came marching back towards me, his shadow just feet behind. Forts looked at me and shook his head, "Jesus fucking Christ!" He spat the words out. "Forts, what is it?" He exhaled as he struggled to stay in control. "It was Jeremy who spoke to Colin." "Jeremy? Not him again... Fort's this time he has to go!" Forts shook his head, he seemed on the point of tears, "Davy, it is not that simple... I have really fucked up." To me, he wasn't making sense. "What? You? How?" "This is all my fault." He stopped as tears rolled down his cheeks. He took out his hankie, "Can you get rid of Robin for a moment?" I hurried back to the car, "Duke, can you walk Robin round and show him where he will be staying above the garages, please? It is room number three." "Me?" Duke looked towards Darius. I had had enough of this, I snapped, "Darius, can you ask Duke to please take Robin round to the groom's rooms above the garages and show him where he will be staying? THANK YOU!" Darius gave a quick nod of his head. Duke leant into the vehicle, looking none too happy, but was walking away with Robin when Forts and I got back to the vehicle. We both got in and Darius closed the door. "Forts, you are going to have to explain to me what's happened!" Forts exhaled. "Davy, Colin actually didn't speak to anyone other than Jeremy. Oh God, I left him to have to deal with the three guys, all of whom had bullied or abused him. He didn't feel safe and didn't want to be alone with any of them." "But, you said Jeremy? Forts, this isn't making sense." "Davy, I made Jeremy a groom and then Will returned to work, taking over as head groom once more. Colin wanted to speak to either you or I about that. Jeremy told him as Chris was away to speak to Denis and ask to see one of us." Forts shook his head again. "Colin hated Denis for what he had done to him." Forts began to sob, "Oh Davy, I left him alone with someone he didn't trust, Will, and his two abusers, Jeremy and Denis... This is all my fault..." I pulled him to me and kissed him. "Forts, it wasn't your fault. Please." I hammered on the privacy screen. "Darius, take us back to the house now!" "Yes, Davy." ** Dima takes up the story Robert and I had just got settled back in to our room when the door burst open, it was Albert. "Prince Dima, Robert, you have to come quickly... Davy and Forts have called an urgent meeting!" "A meeting? Why?" "I don't know, Prince. Davy asked me to get you to come quickly. Forts is in a terrible state. Sorry, I have to go and phone Athol and Archie." I nodded as Albert hurriedly left us. "What can this be about?" Robert hurried around, grabbing some paper and his pen. "I have no idea. Come on." Robert and I set off at a run down the corridor toward the main meeting room. Darius was standing by the door, he nodded and stood aside letting us enter. Forts was seated, his head down, Davy standing behind him, protectively. "Dima, Robert, come in. James and Chris are on way and I have asked Albert to get Athol and Archie here as quickly as possible. Robert, can you find Vlad as well?" Robert nodded and left as I asked, "Davy, what has happened?" "We have found out who spoke to Colin." Davy shook his head, "It's a fucking mess." Forts hadn't even acknowledged us when we arrived. He now looked up, through puffy, tear red eyes. "It's all my fault. I killed him. My stupidity." Davy's face sunk, he looked so worried about Forts. He exhaled, "No, you didn't! Stop that. Drageon, please." Davy and I looked at each other. I could see he was struggling with this. He shook his head and then again tried in vain to comfort an obviously distraught Forts. Vlad hurried into the room with Robert. He stopped next to me, his face aghast at the sight and state of Forts. I quickly told him what I knew, which was very little, really. He nodded and went straight to Forts and Davy. He dropped to his knees beside them and took a hold of each of their hands. I couldn't hear what he was saying, but he was addressing them both. Thankfully, it did seem to be having a calming effect on Forts, so I was pleased about that. Robert re-joined me. "Davy, is it okay if James and Chris come in?" Davy nodded, and Robert popped back outside. Chris sat down with Robert. James took my arm. "Can I have a word?" I nodded and joined him outside the room. Darius moved a couple of feet away, giving us some limited privacy. Jeremy, Will, and George were sitting further down the corridor. I looked from them back to James. "James, what has happened?" I stood shaking my head as James explained to me the whole sorry tale. I felt myself glaring down the corridor at Jeremy. James stopped me, "Dima, it is not that simple... That's why Forts and Davy want to speak to everyone." I looked up as I heard a grunt and running footsteps. "Dima, is he okay?" It was Athol, closely followed by Archie, both came hammering down the corridor towards us. Neither acknowledging the three grooms they passed. Athol was quite breathless. "Albert told us to get here as quick as we could and that Forts was in a terrible state." Athol nodded to James the briefest of greetings, James gave a nod of his head back. I heard a groan from down the corridor and watched as Jeremy buried his head in his hands. Athol barely gave him a glance. "Dima, where is my son? What has happened?" "Athol, please, Forts is okay. Yes, he is very upset. But Vlad is with him and seems to be having a real calming effect on him. Athol, I need to explain to you and Archie what has happened." Athol glanced at Archie, then back at me. "It's not Davy is it, is he okay?" I nodded, "Yes, they are both okay. I promise." I quickly explained with the help of James what had happened. The consequences of which were quickly apparent, both Athol and Archie's faces dropping as the realisation of 'the cause and the effect' sunk in. Athol shook his head, "So Forts is blaming himself?" I nodded. Athol glanced at Archie. "Are you ready to go in?" Archie took Athol's hand and squeezed it and nodded. ** Robin Little takes up the story I could sense Duke was furious at being told to walk me to the new grooms' quarters. I was having a problem just to keep up with his huge strides. "Duke, can you slow down?" He exhaled and slowed slightly. "Duke, what was that all about? Back at the stable." "Nothing to do with you!" He snapped back at me. I took his arm, "Duke, have I done something wrong? I thought you would be pleased to see me... I have missed you." He just grunted, but didn't break his stride. "Duke!" He stopped and looked round at me. "What?" I suddenly felt very small next to him. I looked up at him. My voice nearly failed me. "I thought you liked me." He laughed. It cut me to the quick. "Whatever gave you that idea?" "Well, at the zoo and in the cinema..." My voice trailed off as he smirked and shook his head. "You got the wrong idea, my friend." He shook his head again and carried on walking. I stood, bewildered, watching as he marched up to a low stone building with several large folding doors and small windows above. "These are the garages. The grooms' quarters are above here," he said without looking round. He glanced back as he reached the door to the garages, "Come on, hurry up. I am busy. I have work to do!" He then mumbled, "I am not paid to wet nurse kids." "I heard that!" At that moment, I hated him. "I'm not a kid!" He glared at me. "Hurry up. I am busy." He opened one of the doors. Immediately behind it was a narrow staircase leading straight up. He took the stairs two at a time. At the top, I found myself in a long narrow corridor, with several doors leading off to the left. The other side of the passage windows looked out over the area in front of the garages. As I reached the top, he stopped and glanced at his watch, then, was that a smirk? And he headed off. I followed him down the corridor. He stopped outside one of the doors. It had a small number 3 on it. "This is your room." He reached for the handle and opened it, then went inside. I followed him in. The room was small and had a single bed, a wardrobe and a little bedside cabinet, next to the door was a small sink and mirror. I put my case down on the bed and turned to look at him. He was smiling, the first smile I had seen from him since I arrived. He grinned, "So?" My head was racing. I looked at his face. His tongue ran along his lips and his right a hand dropped to the front of his trousers. His eyes didn't leave mine. "Well?" I blushed. "What do you mean?" "I think you know what I mean." He squeezed the growing lump in the front of his trousers again. "This is what you want, isn't it?" God did I, but not like this. I swallowed, avoiding his lustful gaze. "Sorry, I think you have made a mistake." His smirk vanished, "What?" "Why would I want to do anything with you? You have barely spoken to me and I thought you said you were busy and didn't have time to wet nurse kids?" Duke glared and shook his head. "Are you fucking kidding me? You are turning this down?" He squeezed his obviously hard cock again. My stomach was flipping over and over. Of course, I wanted him, but not like this, not after he had just spent the last few hours ignoring me. I had seen him smirking as he glanced at his watch. He took a step forward. "You have got to be fucking kidding me! I know what you want. You are just a little cock whore." I said nothing. I held his gaze as I felt bile rising in my throat. His face flushed red. Then he shook his shoulders, sneering. "Well, you just missed your fucking chance, kid. Don't come begging for it later. I won't forget this... Fucking cock tease." He shook his head and wrenched the door open. It slammed hard as he left. I couldn't stop myself, I screamed after him. "You can't just use people, Duke! You said you loved me. I know why now!" The shout of "Fuck You", told me he had heard me. I stood in the silence, before my legs gave way and I sat on the bed and sobbed. ** Duke takes up the story I couldn't fucking believe it, the kid had turned me down. Little fucker. Well, he would come begging for it long before I returned to him. I stomped back to the House and found Darius sitting outside the meeting room. "Am I finished now for the day?" Darius nodded. "Yes, thank you, Duke. Thank you for looking after Robin, for Davy, too." I didn't answer. I turned back down the corridor, passing Will, Jeremy, and George. I didn't acknowledge them either. I stopped just past them, that George was not a bad-looking chap, and after Robin, I was feeling horny. I was about to turn back when easier prey presented itself in the form of Albert. He came out of Davy and Fort's apartment carrying a tray of tea and biscuits. "Oh, hello Duke." He seemed to blush. His eyes glancing up and down my body. I thrust my obvious bulge forwards. I saw him swallow. "Are you going to be long?" I squeezed the front of my trousers. He swallowed again, his eyes still on the lump in my trousers. "No, I just have to drop this off at the meeting room." "Good, I am off duty. I will wait in your room." I didn't give him a chance to answer. * I went into Albert's room and leant up against one of the counters and undid my fly, pulling my soft fat cock out into the open. I stroked it a couple of times. Shit, why was I thinking of Robin? I squeezed my dick. It hung limply, refusing to get hard. Fuck, oh well, Albert could sort that out. I folded my arms. A few moments later, Albert came hurrying back into the room. I smiled and grabbed the root of my cock, "Come and get it!" "I can't be long. I am the only butler on duty today." He mumbled as he got to his knees in front of me. "Well, get on with it then." I leant back, his mouth and tongue working on my cock. After a few moments, he looked up at me, my soft dick hanging heavily over the side of his hand. "Am I doing something wrong?" What the fuck? I moved back, pulling my cock from his hand, and stuffed it back into my trousers. "Duke." "You had better not tell anyone about this." Albert looked at me, confusion written all over his face. I pushed past him, still on his knees, and reached for the door. "Duke, it's okay. It happens to us all..." I glared at him and left, slamming the door behind me. Muttering, "Happens to us all... Well. it doesn't happen to me." ********************** Folks, there is nothing more rewarding than hearing from you that you are enjoying the story. Please take the time to email me to let me know. Blackscar. Other Nifty stories by Blackscar. 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