I have no idea how much time has passed, but it seems that I dozed off a little, because the king's sarcastically smiling face in front of my nose came as a real surprise to me.

- Resting? - Svyatoslav clarified with me, not hiding the irony, and holding out some papers to me.

- I'm thinking, - she answered him in tone, accepting absolutely clean sheets. - AND?

- These are instructions for Akulina, - the king enlightened me, and I remembered Linin's story about interesting treaties, with magical protection of snakes imposed. “We are now going to dinner in the viper principality, this,” Svyatoslav pointed to the papers...