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In the morning, when everyone gathered for tea at a table under a self-made shed, German asked Alexander how he slept. “Simply excellent, but there was this dream about wolves again, and some blood-sucking creative bit my back at night”. Saying this, Sasha turned his back on him. Choking from what they saw, Herman and Nikita exchanged glances. In several places on the back, a birdshot was visible right under the skin, apparently fired from a rifle by Nikita. They said nothing to Alexander, only processed the wounds on his back and quietly pulled out the pellets.