His words carried an obvious flattery and caution, as if pleading for Arthur's forgiveness.
Seeing that he wanted to run, Arthur reached out and grabbed his sleeve, smiling as he recited a poem.
"Feasts scattered across the world! Occasionally at dusk,
Wine pours out, dishes roll over the fire.
Laughter, words, songs—everything is delightful!
However, the next morning, the days turn poisoned."
The Police Chief, upon hearing this poem, was almost scared out of his wits.
In his life, he hadn't memorized many poems, nor was he fond of literature, but this Pushkin's "Feast" happened to be among the few he knew.
The reason was simple—the poem was banned in Russia.
As one of the leaders responsible for enforcing the ban, he, as a Police Chief, had to first learn which poems were not allowed to appear on this land of ice and snow.
The Police Chief's heart jerked, his face changing swiftly from pale to slightly red, as cold sweat gathered on his forehead.
