Got it! Her name is Frieda. The bohemian that dances on the frozen lake, laughing like mad, with the everburning flame of copper hair surrouding her dollslike face...
Victoria of Toreador clan, tis' of your flesh...
Her bench companion was supposed to be Abaddon, with surprisingly seraphic looks and bum's clothes. Yet, her infatiuation with mighty Radosław has passed quickly. And he almost failed his exams.
Hmm... I think I might have a new mask for her. Maybe not exactly for "her" but that's the merge I've been thinking about... I should get a move on with that...
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