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I woke up after a long time. I feel like this nonsense has been going on for a very long time.

A metal collar grips my neck.

— Rise and shine, my cutie little buddy!— someone stroked my hair.—Hasn't life taught you to trust our master? I mean… Mariusz?—

I felt tears running down my face.

— No... not you! You don't work for Mariusz... you...— my throat is still in terrible pain, blood is pouring out of my mouth, but I can speak now.