The carpet under slave's feet felt very soft and comforting. It was a great feeling after all those hard and cold surfaces he had to walk, stand or kneel on before.
Close to the fireplace, in the distant part of the room there were two high armchairs and small side-table. There was a carafe made of cut glass filled with some whisky or cognac and few glasses on a silver tray. Silver ash-tray already contained few cigarette stubs.
In one of those armchairs there was sitting a man, wearing a light-grey suit. He was probably rather tall when standing. His face was hidden in the shadow.
,,Come here, boy.", he said.
The slave went closer and stoped in front of the arm-chair. His head bowed, his hands behind his back. Feeling slightly embarrassed, he knew he had to stand this closer inspection by his new Master.
