“The owner did not appear, as always, on the porch with a smoking stick between his fingers and ask: “Well, how are you, Shaitanka?” Everything is fine, huh?” Shaitan remembered that last night the owner promised to let him off the chain, take him to the lake and let him swim, and he felt offended - the owner had never deceived him. He froze near the booth, raised his ears, looking, without blinking, at the door of the hut. The door was heavy and dead, like a stone. Shaitan whined, raised his front paw, as if wanting to scratch the door, but immediately lowered it and, unable to bear it, barked loudly, annoyedly... But the owner did not respond...”