“...In general, the matter ended in a severe fight, and Douggie dragged himself home in a very deplorable state (the money, however, remained intact). But a broken, bleeding eyebrow, a curled nose, a dislocated shoulder... Groaning and groaning, Douggie climbed onto the bed and gave vent to groans, curses and complaints about life. “I’ll help,” Carrie fluttered towards him. In her palms, as if by magic, he appeared a cup of unusual drink, it smelled of herbs and slightly stupefied the mind. Douggie was about to protest, but Carrie looked tenderly with her green eyes, no less affectionately grabbed him by the hair, and when his mouth opened in a silent scream, with an unwavering hand she poured a few drops of a suspicious drink down his throat. “This will help,” she whispered while Douggie floated into a pleasant unconsciousness. Fortunately or unfortunately, the unconsciousness turned out to be not complete. It was as if he was watching from the side how, with a light, elusive movement, Carrie straightens his shoulder, how she strokes his nose with thin fingers, and it straightens out under her touch, how a woman touches her cut eyebrow with her lips, and the wound heals, as if this was not the touch of an ordinary woman, a... a... Saint Patrick!..."