...I think I'll just go. Thanks for the toast, weirdo.

Why is she afraid of me, Murky?

Profiteers? Like they'll care about stamped pieces of paper.

A ridiculous mixture of random pills cures sand pest. Maybe it's because the plague itself is a combination of many diseases? It attacks every organ, every Layer, and changes every day.

Greetings, ekhene, how fares your kine? Who might you be?

...And I doubt I ever will.

I see. Master Rubin wants to take care of people. I admire that.

I'm flattered. But I'd rather stay here... This place needs a vet.

Frightened him, of course. What else?

Are you already thinking about ousting me from power? Ain't you a quick lad...

Here lives Vlad the Younger, Olgimsky's son. I think his father isn't very happy with him... Still, better to get acquainted with him.

Because this is my house, and I'm not letting you in.

Inheritance, pah... I suspect I'll have a hard time obtaining it.

All right. I'll speak to this bachelor.

A contraption would serve better. I think I know just the man...

There are four doctors in town. Dankovsky, a theorist; a girl who performs miracles; Rubin, a forensic specialist; and me, a surgeon. That's all.

My head is splitting. Two possible variants of my life have now crossed.

I'll call you Noukher. ''Partner.'' So that you won't let me down, khayaala.

If he's as bad as you say, I'll drag him over here.

I chose to remain true to my conscience.