The two met their gaze... the conversation somehow happened by itself...
- This is how it turned out... it seems like I was hunting for you, but in the end it will soon be me who will die, not you.
- Happens.
- How simple it is for you.
- How else? Either you or you.
- That’s also true.. Listen, are you too strong for me?
- Strongly.
- And there’s no chance?
- If there were, I would finish you off.
- Why don’t you finish it now?
- Why?
- You're strange.
- May be.
The man tried to swallow, but he couldn't. This is not easy to do with a torn throat.
- Listen, what's next?
- In terms of?
- Well, after death.
- Don't know.
- Never thought about it?
- No, why?
- Well, to know what happens next.
- I don't have time for this.
- Well, yes... Always busy... need to feed the family... protect the territory... Right?
- So.
- Do you have family here?
- Yes.
“Are you taking us away from them?”
- Yes.
- I also have a family... but they’re unlikely to wait for me today...
The man tried to smile, remembering his wife and son, but the pain in the torn muscles only resulted in a grimace of pain.
- Damn, it hurts...
- I know.
- Where?
“I was once on the verge myself.”
- How did you survive?
- Don't know. I just survived.
- And you're not interested in that?
- No.
“I can’t get used to the fact that everything is so simple for you.”
They were silent for a while...
- Okay, it looks like I don’t have much time left, you have to go.
- Necessary.
- Why don’t you go?
- I'll wait.
- What?
- So that no one disturbs your death.
- Thank you...
The wolf looked at the man lying in front of him with his throat torn out. I looked attentively, as if I was having a conversation with him. The man twitched and went limp.
The wolf moved his ear towards the noise and sniffed. There were about four of them. With guns. We have to leave. Lead them west, away from the she-wolf and her litter. The wolf rose to begin his journey...
- Still, you people are strange... You live so difficult...
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru