Two young Russells escorted Rose to the 6th floor in a room that resembled a small palace in its sophistication and size. In the guest room, the guy saw his older brother sitting in an armchair… And his appearance now inspired uncontrollable horror.
Stein's face, pale with rage, was trembling with tension. His eyes were frowning. His fists were clenched. It seemed that he was about to snap and tear his brother into small pieces. And his frightening aura of the imperial phaser at the middle stage suggested that he would easily do it.
«E-elder brother, I didn't want to…» – Rose began to justify himself in a weak voice.
«So it's true that you… Shit yourself at the tournament… That you, a bald clown, were beaten like a punching bag for the amusement of the whole empire?..» – Stein began to speak ominously, shaking with rage.