"To intervene? You are very much involved!" Milan's anger turns his voice hoarse.
The blond, not bothered by Milan's annoyance, pulls out a good piece of ham. The effort that goes into cutting it can be seen on his face. Finally he lifts the plate and sets it down in front of Milan:
"Put out that cigar, you need strength. Unprecedented efforts await you. Eat!"
"I need answers, not food!"
"You'll get the answers later, the food now. Eat, and we'll tell you what to do."
Milan shakes his head. He looks down at the plate again and hunger strikes. He hasn't put anything in his mouth in a long time and now is a good time to do so. He stubs out the cigarette butt and eats. With each bite, his appetite grows. The black haired man hands him bread, it's homemade and fragrant, the butter melting
