“Not all,” Lis replied quietly. “About ten left.”
“That's lovely! I don't have people anymore, Lis. You made warriors out of my peasants. And now there are no warriors or peasants. The land is not cultivated and there will be no harvest. Those remaining in the Estate will starve to death. You have robbed me of all my subjects. You, Lis, threw my people into the red meat grinder.”
“What was left for me? To send there the noble black Kors?”
“I don’t know,” Arel shrugged, “you are a genius of strategy. Not me.”
“Forgive me, prince,” said Lis seriously. “Sorry, nothing personal.”
Arel looked at him indifferently:
“I don’t care. Spit on it. Lis, don't bother yourself.”
“Lis used the tactics of reds,” said Kors. “Reds worship fire, for them people are like matches. And people are still not matches to burn with boxes! I was against it from the very beginning!”
And Lis couldn’t resist:
“What is it! Whatever I do, I will never be your equal! You treat me like shit! The demon perceives me as shit, Kors is true black, you perceive me as shit, aren’t you nuts?! I do everything! And thanks to my plan, you are here! Do it better! Why didn't you do?! You enjoy the fruits of my labor, bathe in warm baths and shit on my head!”
“I don’t shit on your head,” Nikto said.
“And I too,” Kors didn’t keep himself waiting, “we are grateful to you.”
“Fuck you!”
“Lis, I will order everyone to gather in the square so that you, our most important and beloved military leader, congratulate everyone on the victory. Yes?” Nikto asked.
“Yes!” Lis snapped. “Gather them. I’ll take Marcus off and come.” He pulled the chain:
“Marcus, get up and follow me.”
“Tie him! And put on a mask,” Nikto shouted after him, but Lis didn’t answer and didn’t turn around.
“We're going downstairs,” Nikto said when Lis left. “We need to call Karina. Valene! Call Karina, quickly.”
And Valentine rushed to carry out, but either he was still poorly oriented in the new environment, or he was in a great hurry, when suddenly, not fitting into the doorway, he bumped into the doorframe, hitting it at full speed. Only the muzzle rang. Valentine was literally knocked over on his back. He fell and lay motionless.
“Oh-oh-oh, you motherfucker!” Nikto said. Kors approached the boy, bending over him. Valentine groaned softly, shaking his head weakly from side to side, stirred and slowly sat down. Stunned by the blow, he clearly didn’t understand anything.