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| ΠΠ·Π΄Π°ΡΠ΅Π»ΡΡΡΠ²ΠΎ | |
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| ΠΠ΅ΡΠ΅ΠΏΠ»Π΅Ρ | ΠΡΠ³ΠΊΠΈΠΉ ΠΏΠ΅ΡΠ΅ΠΏΠ»ΡΡ |
| Π‘ΡΡΠ°Π½ΠΈΡ | 479 |
| ΠΠΎΠ΄, ΡΠΈΡΠ°ΠΆ | 2008 |
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0ΠΠΏΠΈΡΠ°Π½ΠΈΠ΅ ΠΈ Ρ Π°ΡΠ°ΠΊΡΠ΅ΡΠΈΡΡΠΈΠΊΠΈ
The long awaited, brand new adult Discworld novel.Itβs an offer you canβt refuse.Who would not to wish to be the man in charge of Ankh-Morporkβs Royal Mint and the bank next door?Itβs a job for life. But, as former con-man Moist von Lipwig is learning, the life is not necessarily for long.The Chief Cashier is almost certainly a vampire. Thereβs something nameless in the cellar (and the cellar itself is pretty nameless), it turns out that the Royal Mintruns at a loss. A 300 year old wizard is after his girlfriend, heβs about to be exposed as a fraud, but the Assassins Guild might get him first. In fact lot of people want him deadOh. And every day he has to take the Chairman for walkies.Everywhere he looks heβs making enemies.What he should be doing is . . . Making Money!From the Hardcover edition.
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| ΠΠΎΠ΄ | 2169029 |
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| ΠΠ΅ΡΠ΅ΠΏΠ»Π΅Ρ | ΠΡΠ³ΠΊΠΈΠΉ ΠΏΠ΅ΡΠ΅ΠΏΠ»ΡΡ |
| ΠΠΎΠ»-Π²ΠΎ ΡΡΡΠ°Π½ΠΈΡ | 479 |
| ΠΠΎΠ΄ ΠΈΠ·Π΄Π°Π½ΠΈΡ | 2008 |
| Π Π°Π·Π΄Π΅Π» | Π€Π°Π½ΡΠ°ΡΡΠΈΠΊΠ°. ΠΠΈΡΡΠΈΠΊΠ°. Π£ΠΆΠ°ΡΡ Π½Π° Π°Π½Π³Π»ΠΈΠΉΡΠΊΠΎΠΌ |
| Π Π°Π·ΠΌΠ΅ΡΡ | 3 ΡΠΌ Γ 10.6 ΡΠΌ Γ 18 ΡΠΌ |
| ΠΠ΅Ρ | 0.24 ΠΊΠ³ |