"Arel, we have no food here."
“And when did you eat?”
“Yesterday, we ate …”
“Nik! You are hungry!"
Nikto laughs softly and says nothing.
"What did you eat?"
Nikto thinks for a second.
“Vegetables, I don’t remember the name, they were completely rotten,”
– he laughs again.
“Did you eat rotten vegetables ?!”
“The servants fired them; we all ate. And you too."
Arel makes a movement of the head, as if it drives away the annoying fly from itself.
“And I?”
“Yes.”
“And Enriki?”
“And Henrik.”
“Does he again inject himself with "water"?”
“Yes,” – Nikto replies, the illogicality of Arel questions does not bother him.
“I promised you the golden mountains when I took you to the team, promised profits, lands, slaves! And what is the result! Rotten vegetables!’
“Carrot.”
“What?”
“I remembered there were carrots, and …”
“Stop doing that! Stop it, Nik, I'm ashamed!”
“Take it easy. I picked up pretty well at Dim in the Colosseum.”
“Yeah! And he gave me everything!”
“Not all. To restore the streets, you need a lot …”
“Streets! The streets are eating everything! And my people are starving! I'm a crappy boss! And I am hungry! I need to eat! And have some coffee, do we have coffee? Or water at the worst!”
Nikto moves his lips slightly, as if uttering a new phrase to himself.
“I do not want to die! I was a living corpse now, a walking corpse! This is scary! I have to appreciate my body, take care of it! Control it! I need to eat! I want to eat!”
“Well, go and eat! Who keeps you up! Just do not yell here in the middle of the night!” – Nikto tries to lie down more comfortably, closes his eyes.
“It was scary! It is unbearable! I am human! I want to be a man! This is such a happiness; I did not understand! I need a wash! It stinks from me!”
Nikto opens his eyes again and lets out a sigh of fatigue.
“Is there water?” – Arel rushes into the adjoining room, rattles the jugs. “Nik! Call a servant, let him bring warm water!”
“Wash yourself cold, huh?”
“Are you kidding me! It is cold as ice!”
“Arel, go to hell!”
“Why is it so cold! Why not melted the fireplace! Call the servant!”
“What good, if there is no fuel.”
“Fuel?”
“Wood! Firewood! Coal, I don't know …”
“Okay! I do it myself! I'll go down and do everything myself! Here you will be bent without me from cold and hunger, and no one will lift a finger to at least do something!”