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He took the tape from Mammad. "Go get the tea leaves, Mammad. We will drink tea from a samovar with a blue handle. Just... don't explain anything else today."

Mammad beamed, reaching into his pocket. "With this!" He pulled out a roll of bright blue electrical tape. Hicran Tamasasi HirslЙ™nmЙ™ Basa Sal

"Listen," Mammad began, waving a copper pipe vaguely. "I saw a speck of dust. Just one! I thought, 'Dadaş loves this samovar like a son. I shall polish it.' But the polish was strong, Dadaş! Too strong! It didn't just take the dust; it took the handle right off!" He took the tape from Mammad