Ash was licking his hind paw with a calm look, lying on the sofa, when Vlad entered the apartment. He barely waited for the guards, his head no longer hurt like an hour ago, but still there was a feeling that the brains had turned into water, and it was rolling in the skull, not allowing it to stay even. Throwing off his coat and boots, Vlad went into the living room and lay down on the floor by the sofa. Ash hung his head and paw, looking at the owner, and meowed. Rather, he didn’t even meow, but made some kind of hoarse sound. We need to figure out...