Вот вам переведенное гуглем продолжение - пусть и Кристюша порадуется - а я пока в магазин навострю лапки.- Joke's over, Your Majesty! - Elf growled, quickly rummaging in a luxurious carved chest of drawers by the bed. - I've had enough, do not let myself be humiliated, nakushalsya already.Fast Cutting a king is not quite solid legs, and Christian fell to the fluffy white rug, donated by one of the rulers of the southern lands. No sooner had he swore,both wrists, he was quickly clicked the handcuffs to the bar in prikovyvaya rich gilded foot of the bed. Involuntary smiling, the elf pulled his shirt right on the head, exposing his back. Clinked belt buckle.- Petri! - Strict didactic voice, said Christian. - It's your itch in our favorite games with you to play,yes? Only you mixed up the role, if you have not noticed - he nervously gogotnul. - Let's change places and continue, once you so dismantled.