It seemed to Karina that a bottle of wine was thrust between her legs, and not a genital organ. Despite his bulkiness, Tol moved at a fast pace and was not bad at all. He bent over her, kissing on the lips, and then Karina dodged away, because Tol was kissing badly, he had too much saliva in his mouth and the kisses were slobbering.
Later, Lis and Lila returned to their bed. And Tol’s wife looked at Karina’s body all with bruises and marks from a whip so that it seemed to Karina that Lila could barely restrain her exclamation, turned away, changing her face, and Karina quickly put on a dress. Lila’s reaction didn’t embarrass her or upset her. What was wrong? Sometimes it happened. Her husband was like that. He was a strict commander, and Karina had nothing to be ashamed of. This was their personal family life, Lis loved her, and these were just traces of the manifestation of his love and passion.
And Tol noticed the scars on Lis’ thigh:
“Hey bro, what is it? What happened to you?”
“Never mind,” said Lis.
But Tol continued to stare at three even, maroon stripes:
“But how? Where did you get in again, sly beast?”
“Tol, tell me better, how did you find us? You are whom I didn’t expect to see here!”
“You sent me a letter!”
“Have you started to read letters?”
“Yeah,” Tol grinned contentedly, not noticing Lis’ trick and forgetting the previous topic of conversation about his scars.
“We arrived at the Prince’s Estate,” Tol smiled slyly and looked like a contented cat, “but you were no longer there. There was no one there at all! And we decided to go after you. We followed in your footsteps.”
“But why so long!” Lis couldn’t resist.
“Why? We got lost! Lost a lot, buddy. At first we walked right up to the crossing. There your footbridge remained and everything that you did there. The carts left deep ruts… there were remnants of fire pit. It was easy to go. But after the crossing, the weather turned bad, fuck it! It rained for several days. And the river overflowed, and everything in the area was washed away, it became a continuous mess. It was not clear where to go. We went to the wrong field. Then we realized that we were going in the wrong direction and returned to the crossing. We couldn’t understand where to go. The land was large, fields and hills, even if you walk along it for a week, you will not find the right road. And there is no one to ask.”