that I am always ready to serve you.” Instead of a grimace of ambition and resentment, a smile settled on his face, ready to be in the wings of a person. But Bagila knew that the fury of pride had not yet cooled down in him, and she was struck by his rare ability to control himself in accordance with the situa- tion and to suppress all emotions in himself, if necessary. True, the reason for this change in his mood was most likely something else, that this guy was from the breed of those who simply cannot be offended, but Bagila some how did not think about it. If she had looked at him, she would have seen a respectful smile, such respect that she would have wanted to pat the guy on the shoulder, but Bagila looked at his black patent leather shoes instead. “No, I don’t need you to serve me, it would be bet- ter if you provided service to that person,” she said dryly and went into the compartment. Her father was sleeping. From an old habit, he snored softly and monotonously, with his mouth slightly open. Bagila remembered how her grandmother, who had died a few years ago, would actively go around the rooms and wake up everyone who was snoring. She approached them, stepping inaudibly, gently touching their shoulder, while saying “Turn to the other side.” While she was waking to another one, the one whom grandmother had just laid on their side was snoring again, and she again hurried back to them. So, until sleep overcame her, the grandmother paced back and forth between her children and grandchildren. “Grandma, why are you waking up those who are snoring?” Bagila asked. “A demon strangles a person at night. That’s why they snore,” she answered. Whether because the terrible words of her grandmother had been firmly planted in her mind since childhood, or because she was accustomed to rest in silence, always in a separate room, but Bagila could not stand it when someone snored nearby. Like her grandmother, she quietly approached and was about to wake her father, but then she again saw a half-written sheet of paper on the table and froze in place, again experiencing a new, strange feeling… She slowly reached out and picked up the sheet. Her breath hitched, it seemed that her father woke up. She looked at

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