Ella

"I apologize for not greeting you properly, my liege" - Iosif gestured towards his lower body, devoid of legs - "Standing without them is quite the challenge." - A lost smile appeared on his lips, as if he had told the biggest joke ever.

Olaro shot an annoyed glance at the man - "Don't give such a lame excuse! You still have two hands to stand up and greet the king!" he said, wishing to hit the man in the head.

Iosif gestured towards the bald general - "Let me cut your legs and see if you can stand on your hands." - he said. This man had been a nuisance ever since Iosif woke up in the infirmary, forcing him to come to the West, where the ashes of the mines contaminated his lungs. A smile of happiness unconsciously spread across his lips, remembering that it was thanks to this man's actions that he found the love of his life.