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Vlad could not arrange his head so that it would hurt less. The prisoners were not supposed to have pillows, and through the skinny mattress all the unevenness of the soil and acorns were felt. In the end, the guy spat and sat down in Turkish, desperate to find a level place. Armand put his hand under the back of his head and whistled as he gazed at the cloth ceiling.

What interesting things did you see there?

"Shut up, I think," snapped the Frenchman.

Offended by such a tone, Vlad answered the arrogant mercenary in a simple way, in Russian, mentioning his mother and other relatives. Contrary to expectations, Arman did not fall for a provocation and did not swear in response, but said in an icy voice:

-Listen, you're here for the second week and still running around like a puppet on strings, which are pulled by everyone who is not lazy. All because you don't think. I'm not going to follow your lead.

-What have you decided? – asked Vlad, instantly cooling down. The mercenary was right,
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