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– I’m hungry, – I said, pushing away my annoyance and the feeling that he was trying to humiliate me again, looking at him. – I haven’t eaten all day.

– Fine, – he poured a little into one glass.

He walked over to the refrigerator, hitting me with his shoulder. I started. A slightly receding feeling of incomprehensible anxiety again seized me. I hastily pulled away from him. I watched him take out sausage and bread. Dark-dark, which I tried only when I was at my brother’s wedding.

Returning to the table, Max put a few pieces of sausage on the bread. He took a glass and, draining it in one gulp, snorted. He sniffed the sandwich and only then took a bite.

– Make it for me too, – the hunger intensified, the smell of raw smoked sausage tickled my nostrils. – I like your Borodan bread.

– Borodinsky, – looking at me with a mixture of sympathy, disdain and condescension, he threw the sausage on the second piece and put the sandwich on the table.

I clenched my teeth. I approached and stretched out my hand to take it, but Max immediately nailed my palm to the table. His hand was warm and heavy. I instantly tried to pull mine away, but he wrapped his fingers around my wrist. My heart skipped a beat, pounded in my throat, I was pierced by a previously unfamiliar panic. Max remained completely calm.