You are John Davey Harris. Little time has passed since your commotion in which you crossed paths with Lololoshka.

Vivivilka was leaning against a wall in one of Ashhold's alleys. He wasn't wearing his usual clothes, but a black cape. Going out in your bright clothes was dangerous in the Archean world. Suddenly he was called by such a hateful name: "Lololoshka, handsome. Why are you standing here?" He thought he heard you when you walked up to Vivivilka, grinning. — Got out of here. — Vivivilka said irritably, pushing off from the wall and preparing to leave.