- Dad, who are the slacks?

The tall, blonde man, hearing his little son’s question, suddenly fell silent and turned away, looking toward the sea. A smile slipped from his face, old memories resurfaced from the depths of his subconscious.

Dad?

In the distance, there was a thunderbolt, somewhere nearby, chilicurles tinkered. A sudden gust of wind passed through the thick tall grass of the Valley of the Winds.

- Dad? So who are the slacks?

- Promise me you won't tell your mom.

- I promise, Dad.

- Even before I knew your mother, I lived in Li Yue, and then I moved to our homeland, Mondstadt. I decided to join Fatua to be closer to the tredovices. I wanted to be a comrade... But I was too inattentive. I was asked to become a squirrel... But... I just couldn't hear it. .

The man wiped a tear with a simple shirt sleeve, took a deep breath and continued the story.

- I was ready to go camping. I was sent to the Rift, to the Gribnitsa, where I was met. They said take off the robe and strip naked. Oh, Holy Venti, they made me eat shit! A bucket of shit! And when I puked, they pushed that shit back down my throat. And rammed their sweaty dicks! There were twenty, and I'm only one! I was exhausted, covered in shit! It's full of shit! Then they tied me to cancer and fucked me! You know what the fuck! Until... Calrotsu... They offered me what they offered to all strangers. Become a zipper. Kalfo-dog is when you get stuffed with shit and fucked up to Kalrotsu!

The little boy looked at his father with horrified eyes. The first drops of rain fell to the ground, a downpour approached.

- Do you want me to show you a real calf thing?

- No, Dad.

- No, son, you have to see this because you're old enough to know.

- No dad, I don't want to - a little boy cried.

The father stood up from the log on which he sat and said:

- If one day you're gonna be a zipper, that's forever, son.

He turned his back on his son, spread his legs, bent down and lowered his pants. . .