I had to endure while the doctor looked at my pupils and throat and crushed the skin on my forearm. But when he began to pull off my tunic, I, with all my remaining strength, smacked him in the face. It came out unexpectedly strong. He rolled onto his back, but got up briskly. I tensed as he reached under the hem of his jacket and pulled out a real whip.

- Aaaaaaa, I'll kill you, you foul scum, - I howled, throwing his suitcase with tools, a pillow, a plate and a heavy mug at the old man.

Dishes drove into his eye. He yelped, unfolded the whip and,...