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He hissed as another lash landed on his bare back.

«Better shining shoes, you useless piece of shit!»

He heard and nodded timidly, pursing his dry and bitten lips. He had been the slave of the nasty shoemaker for two years now. He sat on the wooden floor of the workshop in front of the market street and polished his patent leather shoes with his tired hands. His gaze sometimes looked up at passers-by, examining the beautiful men's suits and lush women's dresses of noble people.

He immediately slavishly lowered his gaze when a woman’s foot stepped onto the threshold of the workshop. Another client. Therefore, he must behave quietly and reservedly, otherwise his owner will again leave him without food.