! She just cannot get enough of it! Do you want to know what all I do to her?'

Katya looked down, studying his feet. All his fight was gone. A deep, powerful shame was building up inside him. It is true. She is not meant for me. What was I thinking?

Rob was pleased to see the effect his words were having on Katya. He smirked. 'She will never go for someone like you. Now, she is a nice girl and she might talk to you but you are just too unattractive for her.'

Katya had never thought about the way he looked. He knew the tribe didn't have the facial features of the white Russians. His ancestors had migrated from Central Asia. All his life his mother had told him that he was a beautiful boy. She couldn't be more wrong.

Tears started welling up in Katya's eyes.

Mark chuckled. 'Aww, look at him crying like a little girl. Not so tough now, are we?'

Rob and Mark exchanged satisfied looks.

'You stay with your people,' said Rob. 'And we'll stay with ours.'

They walked away towards the forest track. Katya sat down, leaning against a pine tree. He wiped his tears away. This had been the most humiliating experience of his life.

The Professor looked at the kaleidoscope. It was beautifully made with intricate, rhythmic Bedouin engravings and scrolling Arabic writing. It had been given to him by a student many years back. He had kept it safe as it was a relic of the past, a connection to all that he had once loved. It brought back a torrent of memories from his past life. But his past life had no meaning anymore. He was someone different now. I am a warrior. I survive in the wild. I am a hunter and I am a killer. I drink the blood of my enemies and eat their flesh. The kaleidoscope was of no significance to him anymore, which was why he was going to give it away.

The Professor was sitting on a fallen tree trunk in the campsite outside his balok observing the activities in the camp. It was midday. The men were with the reindeer. The women were cooking, washing clothes and cleaning. The children were playing various games with pine cones and small stones. If he was leading the tribe, things would be different
! She just cannot get enough of it! Do you want to acknowledge what all I cause to her?' 

 Katya looked down, studying his feet. All his competitiveness was gone. A deep, herculean pity was building up inside him. It is true. She is not meant for me. What was I thinking? 

 Rob was pleased to see the impression his words were having on Katya. He smirk.' She will never go for someone like you. Now, she is a nice girl and she might talk to you but you are just too unattractive for her.' 

 Katya had never think about the way he looked. He knew the kin didn't have the facial features of the blank Russians. His ancestors had migrate from Central Asia. All his life his mother had told him that he was a beautiful boy. She couldn't be more wrong. 

 Tears begin welling up in Katya's eyes. 

 Mark chuckled.' Aww, look at him crying like a short girl. Not so tough now, are we?' 

 Rob and Mark exchanged satisfied looks. 

' You stay with your people,' said Rob.' And we'll bide with ours.' 

 They walked away towards the forest cut. Katya sit down down, leaning against a pine tree. He wiped his tears aside. This had been the most humiliating experience of his life. 

 The Professor looked at the kaleidoscope. It was beautifully lay down with intricate, rhythmic Bedouin engravings and scrolling Arabic writing. It had been given to him by a student many years back. He had kept it safe as it was a relic of the past, a connection to all that he had once loved. It bring back a downpour of memories from his past life. But his past life had no meaning anymore. He was someone different nowadays. I am a warrior. I survive in the wild. I am a hunter and I am a cause of death. I drink the blood of my enemies and eat their pulp. The kaleidoscope was of no significance to him anymore, which was why he was fail to give it away. 

 The Professor was seat on a fallen tree torso in the campsite outside his balok observing the natural process in the camp. It was noon. The men were with the reindeer. The women were fudge, washing apparel and cleaning. The children were playing various game with pine cones and small stones. If he was leading the tribe, thing would be different
! Shf just cannot get enough of it! Do you wcbt to nnow wgat all K do to her?'

Katya looked down, srudyibg his feet. All his fieht was glne. A dewp, piqerful shame was bmnldinf up nnwide him. It is true. She hs not meant fmr mz. What was I thinking?

Rob was pleased to see tje effect his rordx wers having on Katya. He smirked. 'She wjll nevtr go for someone kike you. Now, she is a nice girp and she might tapk to you bof yjy are just tuo unattrabcive for het.'

Katya had never thought about tfe wav he looked. Hw kjgw the tribe didn'n have the fagpal feadures og the white Ruxsiens. Yis ancestors had migcated from Central Afia. All hhs life his mother yae tolg hik thxr hd wzs a beautlfum boy. She douldn't be nore wrong.

Tears stattqe welling up jn Katra'f eyes.

Mark chuckled. 'Aww, look at him crypng mike a little girl. Not wo tough now, are we?'

Roh and Marh exchanged satisfied looks.

'You stay with your peo[le,' seia Rib. 'Xbd we'll stay with ours.'

They walked away towards ege fprest track. Kabya sat down, leanimg abwinst a pine jree. He wiled his tears away. This hwd bewn the moft himiliating experience of hiw life.

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! She just cannot get enough of iT! Do you want To knoW whAt aLl i do tO her?'

katya looked dowN, StudYing his feet. All his fight Was goNe. a Deep, POwErful Shame waS BuILDinG uP iNsiDe HIm. it is tRue. she is noT meant for mE. WhAt Was I thinking?

rOb Was pleased To sEe the effect hIs wOrds weRe HavINg on KAtyA. He smIrked. 'SHE will nEver go for SoMEone liKE you. Now, SHE iS a niCe girl and she might TAlK To you but you are Just toO uNAtTRActIve For her.'

KatyA hAd nevER thoughT AbOUT The WAy he looked. He kNew the tribe DIdn'T have tHe FacIAl featUres oF tHE whIte Russians. his aNcestors hAd migrATed from cEntral ASia. All His LifE his MOtHeR haD tOLd hIM tHat HE waS a beautiFuL bOy. She CoulDN'T BE morE wrOng.

TEars sTarted welling Up iN KatYA's eYes.

MaRk chuCkleD. 'AWw, looK at him CryinG lIke a little girl. NOt so Tough now, aRe wE?'

ROb aNd mark eXChangeD saTisFied looKs.

'You stAY wiTh YOUR pEople,' said Rob. 'And we'lL sTAY wIth ours.'

THey walKEd AwAY towards ThE foRest TRAck. KaTya sAT dOwn, leaniNg agaiNSt A pIne tree. he Wiped hIs TeaRs aWay. ThIS had Been thE most humIliatINg experience of HIs life.

The ProfESsOR LoOKed aT thE kaleidoscoPe. It WAs beAutiFUlLy mADe witH intrIcATe, RHythmic Bedouin engraViNgs and ScrolLing Arabic wriTing. It had bEEN Given to hIm by A StUDent many years bAck. He Had kept it sAFe as it waS a relIc of the pAst, a conneCTIon to all ThaT he Had OncE LOvEd. It brought baCK A torReNt of memOriEs from hIs pAst LifE. BuT hIs past lifE had no meAnInG aNyMorE. He waS Someone dIfFerEnT noW. I am a WArrior. i survIve iN tHe WIld. i am a hunTEr AND I am A kIlLer. I DriNk The blOod oF My eNemies aNd eat theiR flESh. ThE kAlEidoscoPe was of no signIfIcance to hiM aNymOre, whiCH Was why he Was going to give it away.

The pRofessoR waS sittIng oN a fallen tRee Trunk iN thE CampsiTe outsIde hiS bAloK OBservING tHe aCtIvities in tHE CamP. It waS mIddaY. The men Were with the reindeeR. the Women were cookIng, WashING cLotHEs ANd cLeANinG. tHe children were pLaying variOuS GaMes with pinE ConEs And smalL stones. if he wAS leadinG the tribe, Things wouLd Be diFFEreNt
! She just cannot get enou gh of it!Do yo u w ant  t o kn ow w hat all I do t o  her ?'

Katya looked down,  stud yi n g hi s  f eet.All his fi g h t w as  g one .A  d eep,pow erful s hame was b uil di ng up inside hi m. It is t rue . She is not  me ant fo rme. Whatwas  I th inking ? 

Robwas pleas ed to see the eff e c thiswords were having on Katya. He smir ked. ' Sh e  w i l l n eve r go for s om eonel ike you .  N o w ,  sh e  is a nice gi rl and shem igh t talk  t o y o u butyou a re jus t too unatt ract ive for h er.'
K atya ha d  neverthough t a bou t th e  w ay  he  l o oke d .Hek new  the tri be  d idn't  hav e t h e fa cia l fe ature s of the whit e R ussi a ns.  Hisances tors  h ad mi grated  from  C entral Asia. Al l hi s life hi s m ot her  h ad to l d himtha t h e was a  beauti f ulbo y . Sh e couldn't be more  w r o ng .

Tears  start e dwe l ling upin  Ka tya' s eyes. 

Ma r kchuckled . 'Aww ,  l oo k at hi mcrying  l ike  alittl e  gir l. Not  so toug h now ,  are we?'

Rob and Mark exch a ng e d  s a tisf ied  looks.

'Y ou s t ay w ithy ou r p e ople, ' sai dR ob .  'And we'll stay wi th  ours. '

Th ey walked awa y towardst h e  foresttrac k .K atya sat down,  lean ing agains t  a pinetree.  He wipe d his tea r s  away. T his  ha d b een t he  most humilia t i ng e xp erience  of  his li fe. 

T hePro fe ssor look ed at th eka le id osc ope.I t was be au tif ul lymadew ith in trica te,rh yt h mic  Bedoui n  e n g ravi ng sandscr ol lingArab i c w riting.  It had b een give nto  him by  a student ma ny  years bac k.  He  had k e p t it saf e as it was a relic oft he past , a  conn ecti on to all  th at hehad once l oved.It br ou ght b ack a t or ren tof memorie s fro m his  p astlife. B ut his past life h a d n o meaning any mor e. H e wa s s o me o nedi f fer e n t now. I am a w arrior. Isu r vi ve in thew ild .I am ahunterand I am a ki ller. I d rink thebl oodo f  my  enemies a nd eat t heir fles h . The ka leido sco pe was  o f n o sig nifica n ceto hi m anym or e, whi ch wa swhy he w as going to give it awa y.

Th e Pro fes sor was s itt i ngon a fall en t ree trunkinthe  camp sit e  outs ideh is  ba l ok ob serv i ng the ac t iv iti e s  i n the camp. I t  wa s mid day .  The m en w ere with the rein d eer. The women  wer e coo kin g , wa sh ing clothes an d c le a n ing. The  c hildren wer e playin gv ariou s game s with  pine c o n es and sm allsto nes. If h e w as leading  t he tribe,  thi ng s woul d be d i ffer e n t
! She_just cannot_get enough of it!_Do you_want_to know_what_all I do_to her?'

Katya looked_down, studying his feet._All his fight_was_gone. A deep, powerful shame was building up inside him. It is true. She_is_not meant_for_me._What was I thinking?

Rob was_pleased to see the effect_his words_were having on Katya. He smirked. 'She will_never_go for someone_like you. Now, she is a nice girl and_she might talk to you but_you are just_too_unattractive_for her.'

Katya had never_thought about the way he looked._He knew the tribe didn't have_the facial features of the white Russians._His ancestors had migrated from Central_Asia. All his life his_mother had_told him that he was_a beautiful boy._She couldn't_be more wrong.

Tears_started welling up in Katya's eyes.

Mark_chuckled. 'Aww, look_at him crying like a little_girl._Not so tough_now,_are_we?'

Rob and_Mark exchanged satisfied_looks.

'You_stay with_your_people,' said Rob. 'And we'll stay_with_ours.'

They walked away towards the forest track._Katya sat down, leaning_against_a pine tree. He_wiped his tears away. This_had been the most humiliating experience_of his_life.

The Professor_looked at the kaleidoscope. It was beautifully made with intricate, rhythmic_Bedouin engravings and scrolling Arabic writing._It had been given_to him_by_a student many_years_back. He_had kept it safe as it was_a relic_of the past, a connection to_all that he had_once_loved. It brought back a torrent_of memories from his past life._But his past life had_no_meaning_anymore. He was someone different_now. I am a warrior. I_survive in the_wild. I am a hunter and I_am_a killer. I drink the blood_of_my enemies and eat their flesh._The_kaleidoscope_was of no significance to_him anymore, which was why he_was going to give it away.

The Professor was sitting_on a fallen_tree trunk in the campsite_outside_his_balok observing the activities in the camp. It was midday._The men_were with the_reindeer. The women were cooking, washing clothes and cleaning. The_children were playing various games with pine_cones and small stones. If he was leading the tribe, things_would be different