“Heck!” He hit the bar. “It’s a wrong device!”
“Do you speak red?” Cartmer asked Nikto.
“Yes,” he nodded.
The doctor was looking at him very closely, and Nik grabbed the gloved hand onto his belt at his waist.
“Do you take stimulants like most black warriors?"”
“Yes.”
“Narcotic substances?”
“Y… Yes…”
“If you want me to treat you and find really effective and correct medicines, you must allow me to take a blood test from your vein.”
Nik recoiled involuntarily and took a step back towards the door.
“You are afraid?”
“No.”
“Don't you understand why this is needed?”
“I don't know, I think I understand.”
“Having studied the composition of your blood, I will understand what drugs you need.”
“I take prohibited d… drugs,” said Nikto.
And now Cartmer staggered back, but he quickly pulled himself together.
“Then the analysis is all the more necessary!”
Kors was looking at the alcoholized freaks with curiosity, carried away when he turned around and saw that Nik was sitting at the doctor’s table. The sleeve of his jacket was pulled up, the bracelet was unlaced, and the doctor bent over his hand, syringe in hand.
“Hey!” He shouted like a madman. “What are you doing?! You motherfucker! Nik!”
Nikto and Cartmer shied away from each other.
“I need to take his blood for analysis,” the doctor justified a little frightened, obviously not expecting such a reaction from Kors.
“Did you ask me for permission? Was I asked?”
“But… your son seems… quite capable of taking responsibility for himself.”
“I forbid touching him and taking his blood! This is unacceptable and out of the question! Have you even gone crazy deciding to do this manipulation with him?!”
“Manipulation? I just wanted to take a sample of his blood to find a treatment.”
“And from you, Nik, I can’t turn away even for a minute!” Kors shouted angrily at him in black. “They are touching you again!”
“Did I take his cock in mouth?” Nik snapped.
“Well… Nik,” Kors stretched his hands forward, towards him, slightly spreading his fingers, “be quiet… just be silent.”
“But how am I going to get him medicine?” The doctor intervened. “You yourself came to me for help!”
“Just give me the best medicines of the Upper!”
“But this is absurd!”
“What? Are you evading a direct order?”
“If you really want to help your son, understand the gravity of the situation. This is an extraordinary case! He will die! Then don’t bring him to me dying in your arms!”
“Give me the best medicines of the Upper!”
“Why do you interfere if you don’t understand anything in medicine?”
“Are you implying that I am an ignorant black and don’t understand anything?”
“Well, what is the best medicine to give you? If you don't know yourself? The best from what? From hepatitis? If you don't know what form he has? Give you the best sedatives? Or from indigestion?”
Kors froze for a second, trying to grasp the meaning, because the doctor spoke quickly in red, and Kors didn’t know languages perfectly and didn’t know the red language to such an extent that he could easily navigate in medical terms. He saw that Cartmer had fallen silent and was looking at him with a condescending grin.
“Are you kidding?” Said Kors, and in his voice skipped the steel notes that Nik knew very well, he tensed. But not the doctor, because he was not used to being afraid, and he didn’t catch the initial stage of aggression, since he had not encountered anything like this in his life.
“Although, against indigestion there are also different “best medicines”, depending on what you have, diarrhea or constipation…”
And Kors hit him.
“Vitor!” Nik shouted.
Kors turned to him.
“Get out!” He pushed Nik to the exit from the cabinet. “You really better wait outside the door now!”
And Kors pushed Nik out.
And then he turned to stunned Cartmer and reached out to his belt, on which an iron bar hung.
From the doctor's cabinet there was a deafening rumble and the sound of breaking glass, Nik closed his eyes as if he were in pain, and covered his ears with his palms.
Very pleased Kors, slightly flushed and with a blush on his cheeks, left Cartmer’s office and shoved several flat cardboard boxes to Nik, who was waiting for him:
“Here! Here you go!”
“What is it?”
“Medicines of the Upper from his safe. He wanted to hide them from us! You were right, he doesn't give us anything.”
“I… I'm not sure…”
“I started to play for time here. I just had to demand right away, I myself, with my intelligence and tact, adjusted it here. I am always too loyal to people! And these nonentities understand only power!”
“Vitor…”
“Shut up! You should be punished for your stupid behavior,” and Vitor Kors tightly squeezed his hair on the back of his head, forcing him to throw his face up, raised his hand over him, clenched into a fist. Nikto closed his eyes, but didn’t make a single attempt to somehow evade and free himself from Kors, to make him stop pulling his hair, to dodge his raised fist. Expecting a blow, he got a little tense.
Kors smiled with satisfaction and dropped his hand, which was raised above Nik’s face:
“But I love you too much and make allowances for your unreasonableness, although this is wrong,” he bent over him, still holding on to his hair:
“Next time, if you are foolish, I will punish you.”
“But…”
“Be silent! And don’t contradict me! Yes, we just had to come and destroy everything for this Cartmer. And pick up the drugs without all this talk and lyrics.”
“Lyrics?”
“And I spoke to him so politely. Well, now he understands who he is dealing with, and that we are not ignorant savages who are easily deceived! I can't be fooled!”
Kors impetuously embraced Nikto:
“I won't give you offense! Don't worry, my dear, what's that face? I've already forgiven you. Everything is good!