The Mist and the Lightning. Part IV
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“And he’s just like that”, – Squint-Eye snorted.
“He is reflecting everything you say” – Orel turned towards Enriki, “How come you can’t see that?! A weak man imprisoned by a demon, who controls his entire life”.
Enriki went pale: “You think that’s me? I’m possessed by a demon!”
“And probably more than one. Ask Carina, she’ll tell you everything about your demons. It’s just that you don’t want to see them, and me and the others never gave a damn, she was the only one touched by them. Probably because she’s a normal person. I agree, you don’t show them off, unlike me, or Squint-Eye, for example. You push them deeper inside, hide them behind your beloved proprieties, but the demon bursts out anyway, so ugly an inappropriate, right, Rik? And he ruins everything you worked so hard building around you. Career, personal life, your relationships with people. And eventually, you end up here, with us, in trash.
“You really shouldn’t get high!”
“You’re angry because it’s true. That’s why Nik made you so crazy at the beginning! You couldn’t accept him, just as you can’t accept yourself, your inner ugliness. You were looking at his face and seeing your own insides. You are only handsome from the outside, a perfect front. But you are ugly inside. Now, it seems, you have almost put up with it. Accept yourself as you are, with all your vices” – Orel squeezed Nikto’s face in his palms – look at this! It’s impossible to correct anything, but he is still beautiful!”
Enriki looked down.
“Enough bitching about Nikto!” – Tol began indignantly. “Just going on and on, ugly-beautiful, inside-outside. Nikto is our guy! Ours! And by the way, he loves us all, despite the fact that all of you keep insulting and humiliating him all the time, and generally, are completely unfair towards him! But he doesn’t get angry! I’m sure, he would sacrifice his life for any of you!”
Orel laughed: “Oh, thank you, Tol. I had no idea you loved everybody so much!”
“What does it have to do with me?! I was talking about Nikto just now. Me, personally, I wouldn’t even give a red penny for Lis, for example, not to talk about risking my life! As if! Nikto is the only one not holding grudges, doesn’t matter how much Lis is shitting on him, he still loves him…”
“Oh, here’s another one!” – Orel said, turning towards Vil, who has just entered. Vil froze tensely, as usual.
“Vil, what’s Nik like, in your opinion? Quick, don’t think about it!”
Vil’s eyes went completely round with terror. “Kind…” – he whispered, hardly managing to speak, but not daring to disobey Orel and withhold the answer.
Friends exchanged glimpses, and Nikto laughed.
“And also”, – he said, – “You were saying that I don’t have a single drop of pride or dignity in me. And that I put out my ass for Orel obediently, and resemble a whore more than a warrior. You even put some eyeliner on me. I’m Arel’s slut!”
And Orel, seeing how the faces of his friends twisted in discontent, started laughing, too: “Serves you right! When you’re shitting on him, you’re actually shitting on yourselves! How about that, huh?! Didn’t expect that, now, did you? It’s a good idea I had, right?!”
“You definitely mustn’t get high” – Enriki said firmly.
“Personally, I don’t give a damn” – Squint-Eye shrugged, “So he resembles us, so what! But here, we all resemble each other, all of us covered in shit head to toe, that’s why we got together in the first place. And I never tried to hide my demon”.
“You are bummed because of your eye, and Nikto – because of his scar”.
“What do you know about it, anyway!”
“Me- nothing, I’m a gorgeous prince! I’m just saying that everyone’s got his share, and you too, and everyone’s got their…” – “Here comes Carina”, – Lis said quickly, and Orel fell silent right away. Nikto pulled away from him.
Carina came down into the hall and approached them with a smile.
“Hello,” – and she graciously lowered herself onto the furs, right next to Orel. He stretched towards her and kissed her.
“Have you rested?”
“I have, what about you?”
“Us too. Want some wine? Vil, get Carina a wineglass!”
“Oh, Vil, no need, I’ll get it myself” – she turned to Orel, “and in the meantime, if you don’t mind, I’ll take a sip from yours”.
“I don’t mind, but I don’t have a glass” – Orel lifted a half-empty heavy bottle.
“A-ah” – she laughed, – “Just be careful!”
He smiled at her too, touched a broken tooth with his finger: “You are talking about this? I’m trying”.
Vil was already fetching a glass.
She took a sip and shook her head: “I’ll become a drunk with you guys, what are you doing? Gambling again?”
“We were”.
“On money?” – She looked at the heaps of golden coins, sparkling on the thick furs.
“We were gambling on money, but Tol lost everything again”.
“And we decided to gamble on wishes”, – Enriki explained, – whoever loses, has to tell a story about himself.
“Like how he fucked for the first time!” – Tol added. –“Wanna play with us?!”
“Yeah, right! You’ll beat me right away! You play every day, and me – just from time to time!”
“So what! We will also tell our stories if you want, that’s even more fun!” – Tol went on.
“Then what’s the point of winning or losing?”
“No point! Let’s just tell our fuck stories, shall we?!”
“In that case, we don’t have to play at all” – Lis twisted his face. “Just sit around and talk about some bullshit!”