“… – Nadezhda Igor'vna? Nodded. Early wrinkles appeared for a moment above the eyebrows. “Don’t worry.” We just want to ask you a few questions... One step was enough in the narrow corridor. Without stopping talking, she extended her hand in a gesture of automatic politeness. She jerked when she felt the touch of the thimble-first aid kit to the veins on her wrist, but it was too late. The shock dose of a sedative cut through the mind and will no worse than a combat sword. I picked up the woman, briefly surprised at how light she was. The daughter of the barbarians who stood in our way like an immovable rock did not look so fragile. And for some reason it did not at all correspond to the ideas of the lower classes...”