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I hung up the call and waved the phone, aiming at the window, but Alyosha, having anticipated my impulse, caught my hand in time with the phone clutched in it.

- Scum! - having lost control of myself, I spat out, not resisting the hugs of my brother.

I was trembling violently and a lump convulsively approached my throat, which was not destined to break out. His eyes stinged, but they were faithfully incomprehensible to what or to whom they remained dry, which is why they also began to cut.

- Why is he alive? I screamed into Alyosha's chest in a strangled voice. - Why?

Naturally, no one answered me, but the smell of Grisha's guys, their eyes downcast, was more eloquent than any words.

What's the point? What was the point of their smells and of them in general?

Bloodhounds! Wolfhounds! The best mercenaries in the city!

Why didn't they kill Koppel then?

Why couldn't they take the trail now and return my Grisha to me?

Why? Why the fuck?

Pain and rage raged in me uncontrollably and deeply,
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