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CHAPTER 03.

I was dragged out on the backyard of a tavern and thrown the person in yellow dust. Over the head squeaked a hated voice:

– Kultyapka, accept the newcomer. Din into him that yes as, but especially do not cripple. Yes define for easy work so far.

I spitted out blood and tried to rise, but the rigid kick threw me on zem.

– Well, friends, we will wash this business? – joyfully offered the Pin.

He with enthusiasm was supported, and steps of bastards were removed.

I have a fit of coughing, raised the head, spitted out, took breath and tried to get up. At once the faintness rolled, the nape cracked from pain. I involuntarily moaned and leaned a forehead against the clenched fists.

– What sprawled? Get up! – the snuffling voice directly over me was distributed.

I lifted up eyes and saw in a half step before myself two barefoot dirty feet with the broken-off nails.

It is strange that the stranger managed to approach me imperceptibly, I do not suffer from weak hearing. Perhaps pain dulled ability to perceive signals of sense organs. But it can be found out later, and now my body suffered and wished only rest and rest.