Chapter 8
"You know, Mr. Marczak, it's really…" Kwieciński seemed very disgusted.
"It's really a life here and now."
"Well, thank you for the advice then," he stood up. "I'll try to remember about it."
"I guarantee that you will not get bad if you will remember it."
Kwieciński bowed slightly but did not shake his hand to say goodbye. He left with the foot of the officer he was playing, erect, haughty, head held high.
That's what he should do, Marczak decided. Go on like that, look like that. Bold and daring, like a conqueror, not like a victim. This world is full of wolves like Marczak, wolves that sense weakness and feed on it until they get bored. Then they spit out the chewed remains of fur or fleece.
Eat it or get eaten.
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