Karina, realizing that the situation was getting out of control, rushed to the box. With trembling hands, she grabbed the first gold chain with a pendant that came across and held out to Lis:
“Here, take it, please. Forgive me. I don’t mind anything, you misunderstood a little…”
Lis didn’t take the decoration:
“Then we'll talk. Nik is waiting for me. Take your bath.”
He went down the stairs to the living room.
“I opened the Port,” Nikto said.
“Should I go with you?”
“Well no…”
“If you need me, I'll go.”
“Do you want?”
“Of course not!”
“Then stay. I'll do everything with Verniy.”
“Thank you.”
“Tell me, besides the commander of the garrison, did you choose two more?”
“No. Take from the prisoners whoever you see fit. You know better which reds your unclean… friends will like. For breeding or for fucking. I don’t know what for.”
“Okay,” said Nikto, “for breeding they need purebred red.”
“They screwed up with me and Aika, right?”
“I told Javarg and Nurkh that you are not a purebred red, they didn’t believe. You thought I was just cheating because I didn't want to sell you.”
Lis at these words of Nikto looked at him like that:
“Is it possible not to pronounce these names?”
“Lis! I wasn't going to sell you!”
“Let's never bring this up again!”
“Fuck, you yourself constantly raise it.”
“Because it weighs on me that the unclean now have my child!”
“Really? Let me take her. She has dark hair and doesn't look like red at all. She is not suitable for breeding.”
“She? Is that a girl?”
“Yes. Apparently, she looks like your mother. Was your mother a purebred black?”
“Yes. But an ordinary commoner.”
“So what? Should I pick her up now too? Together with Marcus?”
“And what will I do with the child?”
“I have no idea. Let Karina take care of her.”
“Are you kidding?!”
Nikto smiled:
“Yes.”
“She'll fuck up if I bring her a child.”
“But it ‘weights on you’.”
“Okay, if everything is all right with her, let her stay for now. I'll decide later.”
“They are doing well with Aika.”
“Bring me only Marcus then.”
“Agreed,” said Nikto, “I also want to take some red ones to the Limit. Reds are rare, expensive slaves. The unclean ones have very few of them.”
“Is that why they are trying to breed them?”
“Yes.”
Nikto turned to Arel, who was standing next to him, his face lit up:
“I have the rarest and most expensive. Which no one else has!”