Only while the guests are in the bath can we talk calmly. It is getting dark in the yard, and the owners have to burn Kobrin candles. The fire flickers measuredly, like a bright inanimate moth. And it smells - soft honey.

“They thought to set the wolves on a stranger,” Peresvet says further, “They themselves did not know how, but they wanted to. Death by your fangs is the perfect crime. Then they remembered about us too… As if wolves roam the village in the freezing cold. Yes, only who touched us from the animals? Well, you are yours ... And even this ... hunting guide, these Herods dragged!...