Finally I was able to look at Mark and squeeze out a trembling:

- Thanks. Marik, I... will do what you say. Truth. That's it, no rips. Only the selection and then I sit quietly in the room and do not bother anyone.

- Not necessary. You are not a prisoner, - he smeared the tears from my cheek. - Forgive me. You're a fool, I shouldn't have yelled at you. Got angry. You are important to me, so I ... Let's not swear anymore? If I get carried away, just punch me in the face, okay?

“Come on,” I held out my little finger to him and pressed my...