Chimeric examined his face, sighed, and handed the item back to me.

- Thank you.

I thought that he would break loose, scream, or ... Well, you understand. To wake up in a coffin, in this form, around - not a single familiar face. And yes, some guy is aiming a revolver at you... Brr... But the foundling did his best. He went to the rest of the coffins, looked, and briefly, in a military way, saluted the bodies.

"I'm sorry," I repeated, touching his hand, which was suddenly warm.

- We knew what we were going for, - he said quietly, - can I see the head of the...