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- Cyrus lied, Black. Bjorn died not from the paws of wolves, but from his hand.

John stared blankly at Red.

- The head killed our friend to save you.

- Wait, what are you talking about? - the man's voice suddenly hoarse, because of which he immediately took a sip of water from the brought glass.

- That's what I say.

Redward took out his cigarette again and lit it nervously. Taking a long puff, he whispered softly:

“I replayed our conversation with you many times in my head, imagined how I would tell you about the death of our comrade, how I would throw out what had accumulated over many years, but everything turned out to be much harder,” the man looked into John’s eyes again. “The night the battle happened, I was badly wounded and lost a lot of blood, but Bjorn was still alive and quite healthy. I saw you fight like hell, slashing wolves right and left, and how Cyrus's arrival distracted you, which was a fatal mistake, Black. If you had not been distracted, then the Beast would have