"Thank you," Zygmunt Śliwiński said. "I know that Dominik is already an adult, but for me he will still be my child and I will not stop worrying about him. But it looks like he's in good hands. It may sound strange because I'm talking about a son, but please take care of him."
"You don't have to ask. Because you see, Dominik is really special. No one else has given me as much affection in life as he has. I… I really love him."
The confession did not pass through his mouth easily, but his mouth was dissolved in this honest conversation sprinkled with vodka.
"Good" Śliwiński got up. "I'll be getting ready for the train."
"No way," Nowicki sprang to his feet. "It's late in the evening, you were drinking, and you are far away from home."
"Take it easy, boy, the trains leave every hour."