—I am immortal. In surprise, I stop growling, barely holding back a laugh. And which of us is crazy here? - You don’t have to pretend to be crazy with me. I hear your thoughts. I bite the inside of my lip, trying not to laugh. Yeah! Now this Karabas will say that he is a vampire and came here to drink my blood. And in general, I’m special to him. “No,” he says calmly, as if I asked a question. “I’m not a vampire at all.” I tense up for a second. Pure coincidence. “And blood is not my thing,” he continues calmly. - But yes. To some extent, you are special to me.