Author's note (again): Because of laziness, I took a long time, so I'll be publishing the work daily.

Bieniek's POV

While I was walking and paying for a ticket to Nielendorane, I saw that almost no one wanted to look for Bosenmori, and there was no real reason, just arguments.

— Would Kuchel Khan really be able to handle all this?

I didn't look at all this mess and kept walking to the train, the Silver Bullet.

When I quickly passed the line, I got on the train and the door opened.

I saw the Man in the Cap from before walking in the same corridor as me, and when everyone got on, they covered my way. Then the train started moving again.

I quickly grabbed a travel magazine from a glass document holder on the wall and took a pen from a guy with a wolf mask who turned to me and said:

— Fine, use my pen, your prick, I usually steal anyway!

I found a place to sit on the side of the train and started writing on the blank page:

THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING, MAN IN THE CAP, YOU SAVED MY LIFE

- BIENIEK

I quickly tore out the page, put the pen in my pants pocket, and ran down the aisles until I bumped into a short little boy with blond hair cut in a bowl cut, blue eyes, two big front teeth, and a white jumpsuit that looks like a jimjams with blue collars and stars printed on the sides and blue shoes.

— Hey, where are you going?

He said in a hoarse and childish voice.

— Bob here hates people running around for nothing!

— Why are you talking in the third person? This isn't a place for a 5-year-old like you.

— 5 years old? I 50!

I walked away from him speechless, remembering that he is 50. I imagine him as an old man with a shaved beard and missing teeth.

Luckily, I managed to keep the paper back in my hand.

I tiptoed around holding the paper, trying to find the Man in the Cap through the train car windows, until I finally found him.

However, he was asleep sitting up.

KNOCK KNOCK!

I banged hard on the train car window and he finally understood. He opened his eyes and opened the door too.

I started breathing heavily and with his scythe on his back, he said to me in a warm, confident voice:

— What do you want?