- Oh my God! - Rene jumped up and rushed to a low, pot-bellied vase, from which ugly dry branches protruded. “Not on a new carpet!”

“Then I’m going to vomit, motherfucker.”

Felix concentrated on the nausea, and at the moment when he vomited, René held a china pot of colored stains under his face.

"I'll pour your own vomit on your head!" The man grabbed the werewolf by the collar of his shirt to keep him from falling. - This is a carpet like your car is worth. If anyone will puke on him, it's me!

- Go to hell! Felix barked, and with a guttural roar, he vomited...