After the revelations of Bars early in the morning, Pasha went to Korotkov and immediately put a "block" on his thoughts. I lay back on the bed. No, I didn't want to sleep. I wanted to think. And they let me think. Inari was cooking something in the kitchen, and Bars was not in the mood for any conversation at all. Our new friend took a book out of his bag and sat down on a chair by the window and began to pretend to be furniture. Don't be shy, I'm not here. So I began to think, looking at the white ceiling of my room.

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