Pierwsze 18 wierszy.
You loved that lullaby when you were little.
Who's that?
Sleep well.
It's okay, darling.
You're in this smoke?
- It's okay. - Go to our room.
Go on, now!
Time for bed.
- This room is off limits. - He's getting away!
Dominik, get back here! You hear me?
No!
Stay by the door.
Breathe under the door.
- There's not enough room! - Keep trying.
This place is built to sustain a nuclear blast.
There's a blowtorch on the plane.
On the left.
Over there on the left.
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