A plate of "steak" was finished!
Ushakov clutched the money and left, dry-heaving.
Nearly everyone at the table had gone deathly pale!
Chayev Boss smiled again. "This is my dinner party. If any of you don't wish to continue, you may leave now. As I said, I, Chayev, never force anyone."
A long silence followed.
The room was utterly silent.
Because every person seated here was among the lowest-class residents of the Kola Peninsula. They were desperately poor, their lives difficult, barely getting by from one day to the next.
Gradually, madness flared in several pairs of eyes. They forced smiles. "Mr. Chayev, of course you may continue."
"Haha."
Chayev stroked his great beard. "This is human nature."
Then.
Chayev turned to the next person, an unremarkable-looking woman.
The woman's legs, hidden beneath the table, were trembling violently.
Chayev gave a cold smile. "Your task is simple. Use the table knife before you to cut wounds into that ordinary face of yours. Ten thousand for each cut."
Everyone's hearts trembled, as though they were bleeding, yet no one spoke.
The woman gritted her teeth and smiled. "As you wish!"
With that.
She grabbed the table knife, her gaze terrifyingly frenzied, and slashed it across her face without mercy!
One cut, two cuts, three cuts, four cuts!
The woman's face was covered in blood!
Chayev's twisted laughter once again filled the room!
But no one expected that.
After receiving forty thousand rubles, the woman did not choose to leave. She did not even tend to her wounds, instead turning a horrifyingly crazed gaze toward everyone present.
Her mind had already been utterly destroyed.
She wanted to stay and see what would become of everyone else!
Chayev smiled meaningfully. "How fortunate. I've witnessed another kind of dark human nature. This world truly