- I myself. Give me a glass.

- I'm not giving it. You have no strength. I'll help.” I want to spit in his face, but my throat is dry.

He brings a glass to my lips, and I greedily drop my lips to the glass. I swallow the water, feeling the moisture spread over my lips and neck. I choke and start coughing.

- Do not rush. Drink a little.

I burn holes in his scowling face with my gaze. I fill my mouth with water, without swallowing, and spit in his direction.

“Fool,” he growls, wiping himself with his palm. - Feel better?

“No,” I deny. - It...