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Artyom jumped back. On the screen, a small, animated owl wearing a graduation cap and a tiny scarf appeared. "I am the Guardian of the GDZ," the owl chirped. "I can give you the answers, but there is a price. For every answer I provide, you lose one memory of your favorite English song."

He went home, deleted the PDF, and opened the Afanaseva and Vereshchagina textbook to Chapter 1. This time, he didn't look for a download link. He picked up his pen and started to learn, word by painful, rewarding word. skachat gdz po angliiskomu chast afanaseva vereshchagina

The owl nodded, and the golden script on the screen transformed into a perfect, handwritten essay about the Tower of London. Artyom scrambled to copy it into his notebook. As he wrote the last word, a strange sensation washed over him. He tried to hum "Yellow Submarine," but the melody was gone. He couldn't even remember the name of the band. Artyom jumped back