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“Maybe go to sleep? But the time is noon,” Kors lost interest in life, and everything was indifferent to him. He lay down on his camp bed and just lay there stupidly, not moving, until Parky disturbed him.
“Commander, may I report? Verniy has come there, he is asking you.”
Kors jumped to his feet, his heart pounding wildly, but he pulled himself together and said with a wry smile:
“What, your friend has come, the same stupid wolf?”
But Parky shook his head in a negative gesture.
“No, commander, don’t compare us. I’m from a free tribe, and Ver is a watchdog.”
“Let him enter!”
But to Kors’ dismay, Verniy didn’t say “Master is calling you back” or anything like that, he only brought dried clothes, boots and a bottle of water.
“Sir, your clothes. And you asked for water, I boiled it well and cooled it. I poured it into a bottle for easy drinking. Here is your drinking water.”
“Thanks,” Kors muttered.
“I wonder what Nik is doing there now?” Kors thought, and couldn’t resist:
“Verniy, what does the master do?”
“The masters are sleeping,” Verniy replied.
“Well, of course! What else can they do!” thought Kors and said:
“Verniy, shift your master from the floor, cover him with a blanket, take care of him.”
Verniy nodded.
“But only if he wants to, you understand.”
“Yes. But try! Don’t you care that your master lay down on the floor and might catch a cold?”
“I try to do my duty as best as possible, but I don’t have the right to tell him what to do,” Verniy explained, “DO YOUR OWN AND DON’T GO OUT OF YOUR OWN.”
“What a stupid dog,” Kors was indignant, “okay! But I hope you still love your master!”
“I love him,” Verniy agreed and left.
And Kors looked at the pile of clothes that the unclean one had brought him. “What's the point of dressing now? Change clothes?” He took his golden cigarette case out of his jacket pocket and turned the flat box sadly between his fingers.
Hike to the Ore Town.
“Vitor, take it.”
Nik tells him, and Kors looks up in confusion.
Nik is holding his golden cigarette case in his hand: