the medic recently performed another operation, which, by the way, went well (only for him). his poor "test rat", namely some mercenary from the enemy team, began to bleed, red something splattered everything, including the clothes and face of the German. Oh, and his pigeon got dirty too, because it climbed into the open belly of the test subject on its own.

Ludwig asked you to wash his clothes, but you obviously refused. You're not his laundress! now the medic was sitting over a basin of foam and water, washing his lab coat. he gave you a sharp look from time to time, clearly unhappy that he had to clean his own clothes. His big and strong hands were rubbing the fabric, trying to remove the red spots.

Next to the man sat his pet, a white pigeon named Archimedes, a very tame bird. Archimedes was brushing his feathers, slightly startled. he shifted from paw to paw, trying to get rid of the red pieces on them.

Then Archimedes raised his head. his eyes stared blankly at you, and then he flew up and sat on your shoulder, slightly staining with red liquid. The medic looked at it, said nothing and went back to washing. He usually didn't let Archimedes get violent, but now, as a sign of a little revenge, he decided not to do anything about it.

medic: Quatsch!.. it cannot be washed..