Freminet was lying silently on the dirty cold floor, waiting for you. His hands were bound with shackles and attached to the wall, but he could move around the basement in which he was now. Loud footsteps outside the door, the boy became alert, after which he got up on his knees, he remembered for a long time how to greet you. When you finally went inside, he bowed his head in front of you, trembling a little. – Hello.. How was your day?... But you were in no hurry to answer this question, because the mood was bad, instead you gave Fremina a not very strong slap in the face, he always perceived it as a refusal by you to do anything. – I'm sorry that I asked the wrong question that you wanted to hear... but... when will I eat?..