“Vitor…”
“Shut up! You should be punished for your stupid behavior,” and Vitor Kors tightly squeezed his hair on the back of his head, forcing him to throw his face up, raised his hand over him, clenched into a fist. Nikto closed his eyes, but didn’t make a single attempt to somehow evade and free himself from Kors, to make him stop pulling his hair, to dodge his raised fist. Expecting a blow, he got a little tense.
Kors smiled with satisfaction and dropped his hand, which was raised above Nik’s face:
“But I love you too much and make allowances for your unreasonableness, although this is wrong,” he bent over him, still holding on to his hair:
“Next time, if you are foolish, I will punish you.”
“But…”
“Be silent! And don’t contradict me! Yes, we just had to come and destroy everything for this Cartmer. And pick up the drugs without all this talk and lyrics.”
“Lyrics?”
“And I spoke to him so politely. Well, now he understands who he is dealing with, and that we are not ignorant savages who are easily deceived! I can't be fooled!”
Kors impetuously embraced Nikto:
“I won't give you offense! Don't worry, my dear, what's that face? I've already forgiven you. Everything is good! It's already over, take it easy. We have the medicines,” he smiled triumphantly. “He would never have given them to us, he would have fooled us, hiding behind pseudoscience. And now we have them!”
And Nikto smiled at him forcibly.
“Yes, I have taught him a lesson. He will remember it forever that he shouldn't behave like that with blacks. I know those clever people who, using their position, try to mislead others. This number will not work with me! Now we will return to our place, I will give you an injection, and you will feel better.”
“I'm fine now.”
“And you will feel even better!”
“What if these drugs are really against constipation?”
Kors looked at him and laughed.
“Nik, my love, are you kidding me? A sense of humor is not your greatest strength. Everything will be fine, trust me,” he gently hugged Nik, stroking his head and kissed the cheek that was not covered by hair with his renewed letter on it. He kissed his letter, as he did constantly.
“What do you want for dinner? I will order to cook for you.”
“I don’t know.”
“These sea creatures from the Upper World, although they look disgusting, taste very good.”
“Who smell like a dirty slut?”
“What?! A-ha-ha, Nik, I have no idea what an unwashed slut smells like.”
“Well… like a fish…”
“Well, now, it seems, I will not be able to touch this dish.”
“Sorry.”
“Okay, the black and green grape-like berries are quite tasty.”
“Which are salty?”
“Yes.”
“Oh no.”
“Why? Are they like a dirty whore too?”
“Well, they are wet and salty… but I'm not because of this…”
“Nik! Now I can't eat them either,” Kors laughed, “is there something that does not taste and smell like a whore?”
And Nik laughed too.
“We’ll be right back, and I’ll give the order for the slave to start setting the table. And to properly heat that marble room with hot steam.”
And Kors cheerfully walked through the arches and enfilades, pacing the palace as if it belonged to him, and Nik, limping slightly, silently followed him.
Arel was lying on the bed, and Kors shook his head.
“Arel, how can you be so lazy? You don't do anything at all, you don't do anything. You are not helping us in any way!”
Arel looked at him with haughty indifference and yawned.
