The man was literally shaking with anger, and his fist was clenched to an unprecedented pallor of the knuckles. The other hand clutched the handle of the machine gun that was pointed at the Old Man. The finger was persistently touching the trigger.

- Son, calm down.

The old man reacted with fear, jumping up and down and calling out the status of a father who must not be killed.

- You old moron! Vlad said hatefully. - I shot your navigators there. Tell me if you didn't guess with someone.

- It is necessary to calm down, - the Old man showed his palms. Let's talk like father and...