- What? - Again, Michael turns to me. - You won’t even scream, throw a tantrum?

   - Yes, you go to the forest. I snapped back at him. - Nerves to waste on you. Did you even find what you were sent here for?

   - Not happy again. Michael chuckled.

   - Well, let's say I would have found them anyway, sooner or later. I pointed towards my father. - But Pasha is dying right now ...

   - I know, you can not remember. The smirk immediately left his face. - I haven’t found the grass yet, when I find it, I’ll be back. So get back home.

   - Don't tell...