The other day, Il hit the road to Goran's flock. Sonya urgently called her and said that some creepy types want to take the club away. Creepy types turned out to be petty bandits with whom Goran did business.

A bald fat man with a golden chain around his neck asked for a long time who Il was related to the unexpectedly disappeared Goran and slyly asked where he and his gang had disappeared.

"I don't know." Eli shrugged. I am one of his relatives.

The peasant threw several photographs of tormented wolves on the table in front of Il and smiled:

“Goran was my friend,” she sighed sadly. And...