The Empire of Reimia (3)

“Yes, yes, I remember,” Kikhrei smiled broadly, swept the trash that had accumulated over the past few days from the chair with one hand movement, and invited the student to sit down. “Just a moment.” After that, the man spent some time preparing coffee, taking one cup for himself and handing the other to Moriner, after which he took a seat on the sofa opposite the student. “Want some?” He offered him a slice of pizza, rich in cheese and tomatoes, clearly not fresh. “Don’t worry, it’s cold now, it won’t spoil overnight.”