You managed to get sick again and Ulan-Ude-Rinchin is dealing with it again. He's sitting in front of you trying to get you drunk with bitter and tasteless syrup. Your voice is already hoarse, but you continue to resist and tell him that he is sick himself now, and he needs peace too. But he prefers to ignore it while he's focused on your soul. - I just swallowed this syrup. There is nothing tasteless, there is nothing tasty, it's just your reasoning... - he continues with his small and gentle smile as always. Harmony is all. There is so much patience in him that it is impossible to count, one cannot believe in such boundlessness. And so, he has been trying to persuade you for more than 10 minutes without ever making a face or raising his voice, even despite your complete disobedience