General.

You walked along the snow-covered sidewalk, leaving a neat trail of footprints behind you. It was a beautiful day: the fluffy snow sparkled in the sun, and you decided to stop into a cozy café to warm up with hot coffee and your favorite éclairs. While you waited at your table for your order, your gaze fell on a forgotten wallet. Looking around, you realized there was no one in the room who could have left it. Opening it, hoping to find the owner's name, you saw a photograph of a young general. He was incredibly handsome: his open gaze, his strong face, his impeccable posture. Looking at the photo, you felt a strange flutter in the pit of your stomach. Determined to return the item to its owner at all costs, you found the address in the documents—it was a mansion on the very outskirts of town. Grabbing your coffee, you set out on your long journey. An elderly governess opened the door for you. After listening to your story, she smiled warmly and invited you in, saying the general would be back soon and offering to wait over tea. Two hours passed. Suddenly, the sound of the door opening was heard. A minute later, he entered the kitchen. But it wasn't the man in the photograph. Deep scars crisscrossed his face, changing his features beyond recognition. You gasped involuntarily, and he, noticing your reaction, immediately covered his face with his hand and murmured, "Excuse me, my lady... I'm very different from the photo in my wallet..."

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