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from abc import ABC, abstractmethod
from datetime import datetime, timedelta
from enum import Enum
import uuid
import pickle

As she reloaded her left gun, Frys popped out from around the corner of the darkened root-archway, an arm’s length away from the Tomb Raider. One hand held a small pistol, the other the crystal on its ivory handle.
He fixed his gaze on Lara. “Drop the guns, Croft!” he ordered, staring at her through the lens.
Lara complied. She wanted a better look at the monocle anyway; she’d been curious about it since first learning of its existence. She stared into it, saw a fuzzy version of Frys’s right eye.
Behind her, more shots and screaming. It seemed unimportant now.
Frys stood, legs planted a little wider than his shoulders, one hand clutching the small pistol and the other holding the monocle between himself and Lara.

'Is there a problem?“ asked Artemis.
Butler did not reply because he didn't have time.
Instead he grabbed the teenager by the scruff of the neck and hoisted him onto his own back.
'The painting!“ Artemis managed to shout, his voice muffled by the bodyguard's jacket.
Butler grabbed the picture, unceremoniously stuffing the priceless masterpiece into his jacket pocket. If Artemis had been able to see the century-old oil paint crack, he would have sobbed.

Butler smiled again. A teenager asking for caviar. He’d never get
used to it. The smile withered on his lips halfway to the recently
remodeled entrance. A shiver passed across his heart. He knew that feeling
well. His mother had used to say that someone had just walked over his
grave. A sixth sense. Gut instinct. There was peril somewhere. Invisible,

day = input()

if day == "Monday" or day == "Tuesday" or day == "Wednesday" or day == "Thursday" or day == "Friday":
print("Working day")
elif day == "Saturday" or day == "Sunday":

************ : log created on : Friday August 21 2026 @ 18:05:05
00:00:00.000 : [sys] running on x86_64 / Windows 11 x64 (version 10.0.26200)
00:00:00.000 : [sys] Command line: C:\SteamLibrary\steamapps\common\American Truck Simulator\bin\win_x64\amtrucks.exe -mm_pool_size 8192 -mm_max_resource_size 100 -mm_max_tmp_buffers_size 1000 -nointro -unlimitedlog
00:00:00.000 : [cpu] AuthenticAMD [AMD Ryzen 5 5500 ] - 1 package, 6 cores, 12 threads.
00:00:00.000 : [cpu] logical_id : 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11