I got drastically sick. I don’t know what scared me more: this bestial rage, the essence of the issue, or the fact that I was accused of murder. In killing children. I swallowed the lump in my throat and asked timidly:

- Someone kills children of werewolves?

- Answer the question. WHY ARE YOU LEAVING CHILDREN? The man stepped closer to the table. He did not shout, on the contrary, he slightly lowered his voice, adding growling notes. But such an imaginary calm made me tremble.

- Gleb, maybe you should not be so sharp ... - Mstislav intervened.

- Answer!

- I don't know what you mean. I do...