Chapter 11

“Here, take this,” Yegor puts a mug of an incomprehensible drink in front of me and sits down at the table opposite. - This is herbal tea, drink it, it will feel better.

With trembling hands, I take the cup and take a greedy sip of the scalding liquid. I am still shaking, although I managed to drown out an attack of neurosis and endless hiccups.

“Thank you,” leaving the empty mug, I look at Yegor. It is unusual for me to see him so thoughtful and withdrawn, and also depressed with glassy eyes. At such moments, you want to get into his head and dig deep there....