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The Mist and the Lightning. Part I

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"Make the owner bring abacus," Nikto said, "it is impossible to calculate something like that mentally."

He was without his mask and glasses. The scar on his cheek nearly returned to normal after the "water", there was just some blackness left around his eye and on his cheek. It looked like his eye was bruised and it amused the friends a lot. Nikto nearly touched the papers with his nose, his vision was still bad. Orel called for a servant and ordered to bring abacus. The servant obeyed immediately.

"Great!" Tol muttered without delight when Orel put the abacus on the table pushing away Tol"s plate and nearly overturning his glass.

There was a ring in Tol"s nostril.

Orel didn"t pay attention to his displeasure. "Let"s start counting," he said.

"What happened to that Unclean, is he still alive?" Tol asked watching Nikto.

"What Unclean? Ah, you mean the scar. No. But it was a Red." Nikto passed his hand over his cheek. "I"m so used to it that I often forget."

"Sure," Tol said, "You don"t see it!" He laughed, happy with his joke.

"But there is always some cretin who"d remind him," Orel muttered angrily.

"Nikto, I hope you didn"t get offended, did you?" Tol got scared.

"You"re kidding!" Nikto laughed. "I"m used to it, there"s always someone who thinks he must wag his tongue against my scar."

"Oooh," Enriki moaned, "I"m going to puke."

"Lis, why are looking at me like that? Something wrong?" Nikto noticed Lis"s strange gaze.

"No, nothing," Lis turned away.

Nikto looked at the paper closely, he tried to decipher the writings.

"No, Arel, you"d better dictate the numbers to me and I"ll count," he said at last. "Fuck that Vil, I can"t see anything. Is he stingy about paper or what? Couldn"t he write bigger letters? And what is that?" he pushed the paper to Orel and pointed with his finger.

Orel looked down and laughed. "Vil probably made a mistake and covered it with white paint," he explained.

"I feel like he covered everything with white pain, and wrote with white paint, too," Nikto said gloomily.

Everyone laughed.

"Why do you see everything in white?" Orel asked laughing.