Emily and The Wolves

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An elderly gray-haired man stood in a small basement and looked angrily at a man lying in front of him on a dirty earthen floor. The old man's hands were covered with a dried crust of dried blood, the mantle, completely hiding the senile body and until recently shining white, was stained with blood in front.“It’s impossible, it’s impossible,” he muttered, knitting his bushy eyebrows, “it’s impossible for him to know, it’s impossible for him to understand everything. Now I was able to avoid it, but now I need to be more careful, otherwise he will become too dangerous an opponent.The man, lying on the floor and bleeding, tried to say something, but only a hoarse hoarse escaped from his broken lips. His legs and arms were broken in several places, and in some places the bones came out, bringing excruciating pain to the man; almost all the ribs were broken and even crushed, and the skin in the places of the fractures was filled with a purple-blue bruise. The man breathed heavily and hoa