– I do not get up, I get up and as you will order, mister! Also do not look at me so impudently, and you will obtain that. Got that?
– As you will order, mister, – I murmured, obediently bowing.
– So get up, the moron, or you do not understand words?
– As you will order, mister, – I repeated, observing as my body clumsily rises to the feet. Stirred not only shackles, but also back and edges pain which, however, after division of consciousness was perceived much easier.